And with a name like that, he should be kept here, and all. Nu-folk’s smokin’ist talent, the wonderful Mr. Johnny Flynn, has just announced a number of gigs in September all about our fair isle, which will have to do until he’s made mandatory. He plays Auntie Annie’s in Belfast on the 17th, Academy 2 in Dublin on the 19th, Cyprus Avenue in Cork on the 21st, Monet Theatre in Limerick on the 22nd, and Arthur’s Day in Galway on the 23rd. Now, aren’t we all very lucky? (Answer: fuck, yes)
If you haven’t yet given in to my persistent nagging and bought his new album, Been Listening, or even downloaded the single Kentucky Pill (for the price of your email address on Johnny’s site), I must state in the strongest possible terms that Johnny Flynn sets utter poetry to gripping melody and should be immediately made mayor of everyone’s pants on foursquare. His music is stirring and clever and heartbursting and he is the only man to ever look good pregnant, as you’ll discover forthwith.
Tickets are on sale from 9am tomorrow morning, so if you’re to do anything life-changing tomorrow, do this: BUY SOME. You can donate a kidney or topple the government any time, for God’s sake.
