Stomping around the British country music scene…
Six years have gone by since we said “I just hope this new country music festival will catch on and come back to London next year”. It did. And it’s kept on returning, beating its own records each time. But despite the three-day all-day behemoth that C2C Festival has evolved into, we will always remember... Continue Reading →
I’m in search of something extraordinary. I’m looking for fingers that pluck as though they’re possessed, lyrics which seem to have been written by a mind-reader and voices which shred the soul. I want music which shows off all the reasons I stumbled into country and Americana and stayed. This week, the search is taking... Continue Reading →
Today, I’m having to explain to lovely but non-country-fan friends why I’m leaving our idyllic New Year’s Eve retreat (log burner, seafront, cheese...) before actual New Year’s Eve. I’m leaving early to rejoin the secret internet friends I’ve been spending increasing portions of time with over the last year. To go clubbing. “But you hate... Continue Reading →
I never meant for this to happen. I’m not usually this kind of girl, but it snuck up on me. I accidentally joined the 'RD Fam', which is how Russell Dickerson’s community of fans are known. Sure, I’d previously sung along to the romantic Yours and head-bopped to Blue Tacoma (after googling what one was),... Continue Reading →
Too many record companies have been looking for the next Taylor Swift when they should’ve been looking for the next Lee Ann Womack. Cue Lainey Wilson. We’re sat on dilapidated sofas in a dressing room in London’s Bush Hall, where ‘newcomer’ Lainey is about to open for Chase Rice. She’ll be performing a handful of... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 