Matt Finucane

Here's what the PR guy says... Londoner Matt Finucane writes but his main activity is his music: he's a man with wild visions to share with you. One man with a guitar, rudimentary electronic effects, reverb, distortion and a deep distrust of the traditional singer songwriter tag. His sound is shot through with melancholia, his love of Lou Reed's Berlin, his attempts to clamber in the head of literary icons, and the darkness of his late night adventures at the bottom of a bottle. After lurk...

Here's what the PR guy says... Londoner Matt Finucane writes but his main activity is his music: he's a man with wild visions to share with you. One man with a guitar, rudimentary electronic effects, reverb, distortion and a deep distrust of the traditional singer songwriter tag. His sound is shot through with melancholia, his love of Lou Reed's Berlin, his attempts to clamber in the head of literary icons, and the darkness of his late night adventures at the bottom of a bottle. After lurking on the underbelly of the capital's music scene, he felt like stretching himself seeing if he could do something different with the hackneyed idea of one man and a guitar. Matt doesn’t care what you think of him, his work is experimental and uncompromisingly personal but that's what makes his music so addictive. On stage he creates an intense yet hypnotic atmosphere. A watchable baddy, spilling out dark tales. He’s no Chris Martin. Hmm - I'll buy that.