Attention Folk Fans

If you're not listening to Radio 1 then do so.

RIGHT NOW.

Mumford & Sons are doing a one off gig at seminal folk house Cecil Sharp House with other indie/low fi giants Laura Marling and Bombay Bicycle Club, showcasing some of the finest British talent on the scene right now. Oh, and The Maccabees will be there too.

If that sounds like it's right up your street then get to it now, you've already missed a beautiful rendition of Rambling Man.

Check it out: bbc.co.uk/radio1

If you missed out on the fun and frolics at Cecil Sharp House, here's a taster of what went on:

An Update (For Those That Care)

Things are a-changin' over at Irrelevant Twaddle. After a well deserved rest from exercising my cranium due to final exams, I'm back and raring to show you the veritable feast of music I've managed to find over the summer.

I'm working on a multitude of posts about the good, the bad and indeed the ugly, as well as creating a whole new blog over on Tumblr in an attempt to attract a few more of you lovely folk to my musical rantings.

To be perfectly honest though, this influx will mainly be an excuse to channel my nervous anxiety about starting uni into something creative.

Eitherway, watch this space...

Stumbled across a few songs by emerging folk talent Nicholas Stevenson on Hype Machine.

At first listen his accent makes me cringe; it almost seems like he's trying too hard to sound like a distinctive singer-songwriter. However, after a bit of persevering I soon forgot about the voice in favour of the rather lovely guitar melodies and rather astute lyrics. All in all I was quite impressed, there's some definite promise there. I hope he manages to record an album at some point.

Nicholas Sevenson's debut EP The Aeroplane Darling can be found on Spotify.

Frank and Chris in one video?

Yes please.

I wish I'd gone to 2000 Trees this year, would have loved to see this.

Damn income ruining my musical addiction..

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

After a stressful day there's nothing better than sitting back and listening to some gorgeous msic by the largely underrated Damien Rice. Sitting here in candlelight, listening to this and only this, I am calm. It's a nice feeling.

Besides, not nearly enough people pay tribute to our eskimo friends- Inuits are people too!

Stunning.

What a brilliant, if mildly creepy, music video.

I love Newton Faulkner.