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Seasick Steve

I don’t know what it says about the current state of the music industry that the nation has taken Seasick Steve to their hearts. Brixton Academy was busier than I have ever seen it before, some of the audience being of the too young to buy watered-down beer variety. But, afterall, this is a man who has had it rough and spent his earnings on a tractor. He  can make an instrument out of an ordinary plank of wood and a steel string held together with duck tape, or two hub caps and a broom handle. “Stop sending me your guitars!” he tells the audience, before he charms us with a song about catching tics (‘I wear my socks up to my knees.’) He doesn’t keep us waiting, he is genuinely touched by the crowd’s reaction and he has us all singing. Seasick Steve has made London his home. We hope he stays.