Matthew P is playing at Latitude. In fact, East Anglia has been making footsteps on Seeds in recent days…
The existent invitation that rests on top of his Matthew’s wonderful songs is too good to be hastily rejected.
Consistently reassuring rhymes planted on imagery of the weather, water and other natural things constructs such an appealing remedy to all serious and ernest situations. It’s sort of shameless; he’s not afraid to unveil the fact that this is in essence, just him and his instruments barraging against all those complicated bands who try to put across so much more than they can realistically capacitate. That’s how I get it. He bears a simple friendly vibe: no complications, no confusing details. He makes his EP come across almost conversationally, not like Kate Nash and her cheese on toast, more like an honest young man with his feet firmly on the ground.
This is Matthew P, and he’s fucking great.
Here’s one taster
Matthew P – End of the World