Seb Lowe has burst out of nowhere. (Ok Saddleworth…) with an upcoming 7 track mini-album that is perfect for the moment. Perfect in that this is a young kid with a head full of words that are his weapons and telling his truth and a guitar that is a machine gun of riffing. This is the teenage frontline with poetry and scrubbed acoustic guitar choppy chords and a poetic angry voice full of passion and melody.
The teenage frontline singer songwriter with a headful of poetry political and scrubbed acoustic guitar choppy chords and an angry voice of a generation full of passion and melody.
With brilliant political lyrics sung in a thrilling voice that spits the words out somewhere between a rap attack and the melody of a singer-songwriter there is a voice of a generation anger, pathos, dark humour and a wise wise old head on very young shoulders.
Brilliantly he has broken out on Tik Tok before anyone else heard of him and in a platform where guitars virtually don’t exist he is the shock of the new but then a brilliant talent will shine at any time and these songs capture the underlying anger and confusion of these times and are yet another twist on the never-ending lineage of Weller, Sleaford Mods, Billy Bragg, Ewan MacColl or anyone who ever believed a guitar could change the world.
The Fat Angel Sings 