Sebright Arms, a ragged pub hidden in a dark alley off Hackney Road, set the tone for the Slutface and Fufanu gig already from the start. The pub was packed with people speaking excitedly in all kinds of languages, enjoying the pub’s vast selection of beer. Soundchecks could be heard from the basement up until a few minutes before the doors opened, and the audience could trickle down the stairs, to a bunker-like room with a small stage.
27-year-old Aussie singer-songwriter Josef Salvat just released his first album, Night Swim, and soon sets off on tour, starting in the UK. I interviewed him shortly before his album release, and when I wondered about what to expect, he replied: ”Ask for the world, expect nothing.” I am however sure that Salvat’s talent will win him a bigger slice of the world than he’s prepared for.
A single, white spotlight lights up the room, and a silhouette slowly walks on stage to fill it. The blonde, curly-haired figure in the spotlight both sounds and looks more like an angel than a mere mortal.