Bronson

Awash with AntleR are getting a bit curious about what their manager Bronson has been doing whilst he has been on holiday....

Bronson went on holiday after he was handled rather vigorously during an early AWA gig and decided he needed a bit of a break from the harsh realities of t...he music industry. Well, now he is back with a vengeance!

If you don't know who Bronson is, he is a Boy-Chicken.

Bronson will be joining us at our next gig on 31st July, which is at the New Adelphi Club in Hull... Be sure not to miss this momentous event!

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A Youtube video and ensuing review....

From Beverley Folk Festival....



Many thanks to Jim Orwin who filmed!

The ensuing review of the larkin25 - 'all night north' performances:


It's always with held breath and white knuckles, however, that one approaches a tribute to Larkin. It's well-documented, by now, that Philip wasn't exactly a cheery poet, nor was he the kind of community-spirited poet that this country seems to insist on producing these days. Larkin is the figurehead for all misanthropic poets who was happier to report on what he saw from his window, be it that of his flat or the carriage of a train, than actually mingle with the people that populated his work. A roomful of poetry and music lovers in an East Yorkshire leisure centre would, perhaps, have terrified Larkin, especially as a handful of them attempt to put some of his poems to music. Strangely, however, some of the songs seem to work well and have been compiled on a CD that is available to listen to in full at www.allnightnorth.com. A duo going by the name of Man Made Noise turn Larkin's Mr Bleaney into a dreamy, Pink Floyd-esque song that manages to capture the dusty, post-war England that Larkin described so well. Kristian Eastwood's rendition of At Grass is also a refreshing reading of Larkin's work, as is Edwina Hayes's This Be The Verse, but, perhaps, neither are as refreshing, nor as strange and otherworldly as Far Out by the band Awash with Antler – three young ladies who appear to have overdosed on an almost lethal cocktail of Bjork, The Unthanks and Philip Larkin's Collected Poems. If it wasn't so intriguingly entertaining, I suppose I could simply sit and listen to the distant sound of Mr Larkin, spinning wildly in his grave.


What an effect we have on people! An interesting review from a very interesting article about the full festival...
- Full Link - http://www.allanwilkinson.co.uk/node/1066

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