Chugg Entertainment & Bluesfest Touring present
NEWTON FAULKNER (UK)
7:30pm, Mon 17th September, 2012
Oxford Art Factory, NSW
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Hot off the heels of his third studio album, Write It On Your Skin, Newton Faulkner will be making his anticipated return to Australia for a string of intimate club shows in September.
"He launches into each song with impressive guitar work and vocals being an understatement." FasterLouder, Palais Theatre April 2010
The tour begins on Sunday 16th September with a show at The Zoo in Brisbane, Monday 17th September at Sydney's Oxford Art Factory, Tuesday 18th September at The Corner Hotel in Melbourne, Thursday 20th September at Fowler's Live in Adelaide, and finishing up in Perth on Saturday 22nd September at the Fly By Night. Having previously toured Australia in theatres on the mainstage at major music festivals these shows are a rare opportunity to experience this incredible artist in intimate venues.
The first single off the new album, Clouds, was written by Newton in a garage in the LA sunshine with his brother Toby and Sam Farrar (Phantom Planet). The track sums up on of the over-riding themes of the album, which is "I know things appear to be bad now but they will get better." During the recording process of the album, Faulkner opened himself up to the talents of other writers and players with his brother (aka songwriter Billy Battenberg), Farrar and production writing pair, Nexus.
The result? An album bristling with spontaneity, the best kind of DIY imagination, and songs from unlikely sources but with a very likely-lad appeal.
Emerging in 2007 as the fleet-fingered prince of sparkling guitar pop, the then-22 year old kid from Surrey had a million-selling, number one hit with his debut album Hand Built By Robots with singles Dream Catch Me and I Need Something soundtracking the summer festivals of 2007 and 2008.
Faulkner was the feelgood man of the season, the summertime troubador who brought the singalong vibes. As he says now with a laugh, despite his trademark rust-red dreads, he only seems to get recognised when it's sunny outdoors. "For some reason if it's raining it can't be me - but if the sun's shining, then it's definitely me! I'm completely affiliated with the sun. I get that now."
His follow-up album Rebuilt By Humans was so named following an untimely accident when he broke his wrist while on a family skiing trip in France. He wasn't even skiing at the time, just walking out the door, a grimly farcical note that appealed to Faulkner's healthy sense of humour. A nightmare at the best of times for the work-hard, play-hard muso; a disaster of cosmic proportions if you're known as a virtuoso with a pop Midas touch. Following surgery, a metal plate and nine pins, Faulkner was soon on the mend and playing his beloved instrument once more.
Now, after all that invention, innovation, reinvention and creation, comes Newtown Faulkner's third album, Write It On Your Skin. How has he reimagined things this time? This one-man band (in every sense) has opened himself up to the talents of other writers and players. Not, it should be hastily added, the latest Scandinavian pop hit-machine maestros. And not the best Los Angeles session vets. True to idiosyncratic form, Faulkner has squirreled out empathetic and unique talents to help colour out his always robustly melodic songs.