Badly Drawn Boy


Ask the average person on the street to depict a pop star and chances are, unless they possess a twisted sense of humour, his or her fantasy figure will boast few of Badly Drawn Boy's traits. Look at him: chain smoking, woolly hat. Now glance at our pop idols: six-packs, sterile, bland. Yet judging by the reception he received at the UK festivals, like Glastonbury, Badly Drawn Boy is, to those who value passion over fashion, one of the few stars deserving of applause. No one else makes aching lo-fi folk sound quite so transcendental or lyrically renders the ordinary so extraordinary. Live, moreover, no one else combines sweet, tender songs with the wit and quirky banter of a stand-up comedian. This is, no doubt, why his gigs attract everyone from film stars to disaffected indie kids to clubbers who crave tunes; why his 2002 album is entitled Have You Fed The Fish?-- "because it's the question that gets asked the most at home."