Words by Emily Whitchurch Photography by Tallulah Totten  According to their Spotify profile, Sunday (1994) are making music ‘for the newly weds and the nearly deads’. It is this blend of romanticism and cynicism that makes the pair so intriguing, and for a band that released their debut single last year, they have garnered quite the crowd. Earlier this month their UK tour came to a rapturous close in the theatre of EartH Hackney, one of London’s finest intimate venues. Its t

Words by Beth Jones Photo by Isaac Fisher The George is lit the colour of a bruise and I am standing on the rails running alongside the bar; others stand on benches at the back. People sit around a cleared circle in front of the stage. It’s the kind of crowd that makes me wonder about the threads between everyone, gluey with some frequency I can’t quite touch. The show is A Woman Becomes a Wolf When She Learns How to Scream.  Celebrating its two-year anniversary this coming

Words by Ewan Bourne In recent years, there’s been something of an alternative-folk revival, songs that begin with an honest, traditional approach to songwriting, later clothed in an intriguing array of electronic paraphernalia. Take Lankum , Tapir! , or Lisa O’Neill , for example: artists who seem intent on subverting the simplicity that anchors so many folk songs in place, now dancing instead around a new set of melodies with a confidence only strengthened by traditions tha