Saturday, 14 November 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
TWISTED AND DERANGED
On a dark, dark night, in a weird, weird part of Reading town in a dirty, dirty disused welders unit, the young and the dead partied hard.
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Saturday, 24 October 2009
REBECCA LAMBERT
Rebecca Lambert is an English teacher by profession so the girl knows a thing or two about composition. We have her cousin to thank for giving her the push she needed last December to actually perform in public. That and a bottle of vodka discreetly stashed down her bra or tights. The past year has seen her gig all over London town and the South. With the recording of new material and a gigging assault lined up, we should be excited to hear more from this songstress.
I met with her at the Troubadour before her mid week gig. Perched on a stool in their famously enchanting garden, Rebecca smokes her last cigarette before taking to the stage. She’s come straight from school, but is dressed as usual in what she describes as ‘era’ wear – tonight, a yellow and black polka dot dress with her hair in half a bee hive. “I love era. Any era really. I try to vary it. I like a fine blend of all decades,” she states later confessing, “Most things I own are second hand, kind of stuff old ladies might have died in. I jazz all this up with a bit of Primark.”
Rebecca is the kind of girl that upon meeting you instantly want to be friends with. She’s funny, face achingly so but equally you wouldn’t want to get in her bad books – she might write you into one of her songs. Singing about being wronged and coming out better for it the other side, her songs are identifiable and it’s clear she takes enjoyment from outing people who she declares, “should have known better.”
Obvious influences are Tori Amos, Alanis Morissette, Beth Orton and Dolores O’Riordon, all of whom Rebecca grew up singing along to. Her own style is a bit more vampy than your average folk ditty, less depressing, more straight up – much like her personality. Take my favourite; Confident Disco, it’s about a state of mind induced by alcohol or emotion – something that gives you a temporary state of being but when it wears off can leave you feeling quite uncomfortable.
“It is a rarity for me not to chuck in a bit of female whinge. I kind of see it as a diary. Very infrequently do I write about anything positive; my music is an expression of things that don't really go to plan.”
Despite this you can’t help feeling empowered by the combination of Rebecca’s strong vocals, smart lyrics and her general persona. Originally from Romford, she recently moved out of the town after having a particularly good weekend in Reading.
“I love doing my thing, its kind of like therapy - fame probably wouldn't agree with me, I might have to start taking last nights make up off when leaving the house or washing my hair or something!”
The Troubadour fills up (with an impressive ratio of 20 people for her to every 1 for other musicians) and it’s clear that it’s Rebecca who brings the party. She should get used this.
I met with her at the Troubadour before her mid week gig. Perched on a stool in their famously enchanting garden, Rebecca smokes her last cigarette before taking to the stage. She’s come straight from school, but is dressed as usual in what she describes as ‘era’ wear – tonight, a yellow and black polka dot dress with her hair in half a bee hive. “I love era. Any era really. I try to vary it. I like a fine blend of all decades,” she states later confessing, “Most things I own are second hand, kind of stuff old ladies might have died in. I jazz all this up with a bit of Primark.”
Rebecca is the kind of girl that upon meeting you instantly want to be friends with. She’s funny, face achingly so but equally you wouldn’t want to get in her bad books – she might write you into one of her songs. Singing about being wronged and coming out better for it the other side, her songs are identifiable and it’s clear she takes enjoyment from outing people who she declares, “should have known better.”
Obvious influences are Tori Amos, Alanis Morissette, Beth Orton and Dolores O’Riordon, all of whom Rebecca grew up singing along to. Her own style is a bit more vampy than your average folk ditty, less depressing, more straight up – much like her personality. Take my favourite; Confident Disco, it’s about a state of mind induced by alcohol or emotion – something that gives you a temporary state of being but when it wears off can leave you feeling quite uncomfortable.
“It is a rarity for me not to chuck in a bit of female whinge. I kind of see it as a diary. Very infrequently do I write about anything positive; my music is an expression of things that don't really go to plan.”
Despite this you can’t help feeling empowered by the combination of Rebecca’s strong vocals, smart lyrics and her general persona. Originally from Romford, she recently moved out of the town after having a particularly good weekend in Reading.
“I love doing my thing, its kind of like therapy - fame probably wouldn't agree with me, I might have to start taking last nights make up off when leaving the house or washing my hair or something!”
The Troubadour fills up (with an impressive ratio of 20 people for her to every 1 for other musicians) and it’s clear that it’s Rebecca who brings the party. She should get used this.
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