The Beach is a Hozier/Rhodes/James Bay of a singer-songwriter, one of those sensitive troubadour types with a quavery voice, a chip off the old Jeff Buckley block. But be warned: there is some rocking out towards the end of his debut track, Thieves. Anyway, he’s very “now” in the sense that the sound of 1994 (the same year Grace was released) is very now. Apart from that, little is known about The Beach, although the departing Zane Lowe loves him (course he does) and he apparently lives in Clapham, South London, where he kickstarted his career, literally, by booting a football into his future producer’s back garden. On his Facebook page, he’s written an open letter of sorts, explaining his motives – “It’s hard to say what The Beach is about … You can only jump in head first and let it take you to a place that your imagination can’t” – which you will either regard as specious waffle or poetic insight that marks him out as your favourite new artist.
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The Fat Angel Sings 