Monkton: When You Walk in the Room, and other stories

Consider this: You are an expectant parent, expecting… well you’re not really sure… but you certainly have expectations. Great ones. But there are also things you don’t want. Like a child with a beak or a suspicious moustache. And the suspense is unbearable. I expect.

How then, could it even come to pass that the name ‘Fyfe Dangerfield’ was ever so daringly bestowed upon a child, especially with such resounding success? The likelihood is untenable. The odds are…. well a little skewered since, admittedly, he had to rearrange the many parts of his full name - Fyfe Antony Dangerfield Hutchins - to achieve the effect of ‘Fyfe Dangerfield’. But the remarkable power of it is still there. I mean, at the very least it’s testament to the man that he can pull off such a towering nomument without even a cautionary flinch. Impressive to say the least.          

But if pop music was only about names, there would be more time in this world for the Englebert Humperdinks and Dickie Doos* among us - thankfully Fyfe has the musical hutzpah to go above a beyond his eye-catching handle, delivering some of the ohmygosh darndest avant-garde pop around. And - hurrah - the plucky Guillemots frontman has a solo album on the way next year. And here be a tantalising snippet:

MP3: ‘When You Walk in the Room’ - Fyfe Dangerfield (from Fly Yellow Moon)

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Now imagine, if you will, the greatest sort of unexpected arrival (alack, can you not hear the bell’s a-jingling?) that of course is the advent of Our Lord, the baby Jesus, for whom we joyfully consume and exchange worldly goods, such as ye Playstations and thou shiny Goose, on Christmas Day each year. Now, courtesy of the wonderful Deastro, may we do it like they do in Oxford Circus and deck the halls in November, for it comes but once a year and must be milked within an inch of its holiness -

MP3: ‘Child of Man, Son of God’ - Deastro

Sadly we couldn’t have M People in to flick the switch - maybe next year, eh?

Monkton x

* yes, he of Dickie Doo and the Dont’s, of course