

And they are everywhere, a post-Ed Sheeran contagion of careerist charisma vacuums, ready to croon a bluesy yarn about how they want you just the way you are, girl, before dashing off to play a royal family function.įender has the guitar, but also the cheekbones of a supermodel and songs about male suicide, the spice epidemic and fear of nuclear disaster. They are the doughy, well-spoken everymen with guitars, singing emotionally incontinent songs. His appeal, however, is resonating far beyond his home town – a spikier version of the pallid, relatable, boy-next-door troubadours who have continually bothered this decade’s charts. He makes jokes about egging the local shop and calls out schools (Kings, the private one, gets the biggest boo). Come the gig, hundreds more people who don’t have tickets snake around the bay with picnics and pints, watching from afar.

As Fender tells it, these majestic ruins are supposedly where Sting lost his virginity, but they will now also be known as the venue that the 25-year-old singer-songwriter sold out in just 40 minutes. I’m hoofing it across town because tomorrow Fender is playing his biggest show yet, for 4,000 people at Tynemouth Castle, five minutes from where he lives with his mum in North Shields, half an hour outside the city centre on a cliff edge overlooking the sea. They like that Fender hasn’t forgotten his roots. There’s the one who confides, as if revealing an insider secret, that he’s “a nice kid, and a star for the future.” Another, who says: “We’ve got him, Ant and Dec and Cheryl Cole who feel proud to be geordie – not like Alan Shearer, he’s arrogant.” Everyone seems to have seen him play in the Low Lights Tavern, where the singer-songwriter fairytale goes that he was spotted by Ben Howard’s manager, scored a deal with Polydor Records, and then a lot more people were hearing about “boy racers tearing down the Beehive Road” (a line from his song Leave Fast).
#Sam says sweet sounds something feels off about you driver
T here isn’t a taxi driver in Newcastle who doesn’t have something to say about Sam Fender, local lad done good.
