Sean McGowan is not a Pogue, he makes this quite clear at the start of his live sets. What he is though is the lovechild of Mike Skinner and Billy Bragg, raised in the late noughties with an acoustic guitar and a snarl.
Lyrics that express the frustration of young modern life and the importance of mates "having your back", which are spat out in a staccato rush of anger and bite. He means it. And that means a lot.
People, welcome to "lad folk", and with young McGowan having now snared a deal we may well be hearing a lot more of it. Sorted fella.
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