The Revolution Will Not be Televised

A rather topical rant in the form of another charming folk ditty by emerging talent Grace Petrie.

Grace has been a firm favourite of mine ever since I stumbled across her set one sunny day at Glastonbury's Leftfield stage last year and she's yet to disappoint. Both genuinely thought provoking and refreshing, it's difficult to ignore this young woman's talent. Full of tales of love ire and the odd political diatribe, Petrie's new album Tell Me a Story is a fine testament to just how great the folk scene is at the moment. Every song packs as much punch as the last and one cannot help but hang on every word. If you like gutsy, real folk without an ounce of conceit, then look no further.

Tell Me a Story is out now

Who said protest songs were dead in 2010?

Incase you missed me raving about how great this young woman's Leftfield debut was at this year's Glastonbury festival, I thought I might as well remind you in the form of her new song Emily Davidson Blues.

It's songs like this that give me hope that there will be a new wave of protest songs to coincide with the resurgence of interest in political issues. Anything that gets people into both music and the state of their country's affairs can only be a good thing to me; this song manages to do both simultaneously with its catchy chorus and thoroughly articulate lyrics. Very impressed.

Grace Petrie is supporting Billy Bragg at his gig at The Troxy on Thursday, if you live in London and have a spare 20 quid I'd definitely check it out. With Billy Bragg you always know that he'll put on a decent, passionate performance, but it's nice to know that the support act is just as ballsy.

So it's day one of the Post Glasto comedown and suffice to say I'm knackered. Miles of walking, partying in the shady depths of Shangri-La until the wee hours and seeing a whole host of acts from the likes of Snoop Dogg, Biffy Clyro and motherfucking Muse make for one long but completely awesome weekend.

In the coming days I shall be reminiscing about the musical feast that was my Glastonbury and sharing some of my favourite acts of the weekend, in an attempt to keep the spirit alive for that little bit longer.

First up is burgeoning acoustic star Grace Petrie. Miss Petrie was a staple feature of the Leftfield stage this year, having been chosen by curator Billy Bragg to take part in his muso-political lineup that also featured the likes of Beans on Toast and Frank Turner, as well as the main man Bragg himself. I managed to catch 2 of her mini sets and each time found myself glued to my seat.

What I particularly enjoyed is that there doesn't seem to be anything false about Grace. No Mockney accents, cliché lyrics or ridiculous haircuts: just good, honest folk. You can't say fairer than that really.

I love this, hope that the Glastonbury effect works its magic on her. It would be a crying shame if she faded away after such a triumph.

http://www.myspace.com/gracepetrie