Sometimes Andrew Wagstaff (me!)
sings for the Winter Olympics rock band and sometimes he doesn't. Wolfpack of
One is his high-concept/lo-fidelity stadium camp-fire solo 'project', and,
honestly, it's nowhere near as shit as that sounds.
On record, Wolfpack of One songs
wobble and shake like your drunk uncle at a wedding: occasionally
heart-breaking, sort-of funny, and in constant danger of falling over. Stupid,
loud, acoustic guitars clatter into foolish but proud sounding words of wisdom
about girls, work and well, mainly about girls and work. You can download and
play some wolfsongs here, and there's about 64 more over at
http://www.wolfpackofone.com.
Live, the Wolfpack's half-formed but
heartfelt sonic sketches (you heard) become something else entirely. Entry level
hip hop beats nestle next to underdog acoustic guitars, howling feedback tustles
with lion-lunged love songs about girls, aliens and finding jazz mags in the
woods, and each and every line is delivered like a one man band given the keys
to Castle Donington. It's not always pretty - actually it's almost never pretty
- but it is surprisingly big, occasionally funny, and what it lacks in
cleverness it more than makes up for in commitment. Honestly, you'd fucking love
this act.
Nice things people have said:
"Possibly the loudest singer in London, Wolfpack of One uses just an acoustic guitar and an MP3 player to make music that somehow simultaneously sounds like Billy Bragg, Iron Maiden and the Beastie Boys. Entirely unmissable."
Silent Night
hello again! sorry... i'm a bit slow to sort my friend request box :( was lovely to meet and play with you - i was very much entertained! particularly liked the ipod rapping :)
Aha, I see you too have changed your profile snap. Interesting. Hanging out with robot mannequins, you are. Sounding like Yoda, I am. What news, young jedi? Why am I talking like this?
Was good to see you over the weekend. Apart from the football game. Two hours of my life that I will never get back. Too loud to talk, too dull to watch. Still - black swans were good and it is always a pleasure to see you!
I know I should delete Tom, but he's my oldest friend and I feel sorry for him. Okay, he's gone. Yes I am still caravan dwelling... have just moved to a site that feels more like being camped out in a car park (busy). Novelty slightly wearing off...
Hey hey wolfpack! Thank you for the boot appreciation. In fact I'd like to dedicate this message to said boots (RIP). I left them under the stairs somewhere. Is that Sara on a surfboard the same Sara that was our plane buddy all that time ago? I should 'Space' her innit. And remember, what happens on tour stays on tour.
