John Darcy, Feet For Wings
Fresh-faced Feet for Wings open with a tuneful, honest and altogether pleasant set, against the intimate backdrop of White's Tavern. Flitting somewhat immaturely between British folk-style harmonies and heartfelt drawn-out notes reminiscent of Damien Rice, the accompaniment remains distinctly country throughout. The sibling harmonies have definite potential and only the likes of angsty songs like �Less than Dust� drag on a tad. It will be interesting to see just how far they can take their youthful Americana style, especially with bands like Mumford and Sons and Fleet Foxes paving the way.
John D'Arcy and his band, Great Bunch of Lads kick off with a very loud and enthusiastic rendition of �Barcelona�, but a confusing arrangement isn't helped by some initial acoustic issues - not a great start. However, the rest of the set provides us with thoroughly enjoyable energetic and driven pop-punk tunes. D'Arcy's songs are convincing in that the often mundane and everyday narratives are instantly understandable and recognisable, with plenty of local references along the way to make you smile - succinct jumpy punk is what he does best.
What could have then been masked as an energetic screech halfway through �Scotty� is unfortunately revealed as the sound of John D'Arcy losing his voice, and (by his own admission) subsequently developing a southern Irish accent. With this in mind, they finish with a somewhat croaky and much more laid-back �Eye on Her� - which offers an endearing, if untimely finish.