Equal parts Arab Strap maudler and sweary, dry-witted solo act, Malcolm Middleton is coming to The Crescent in July after the triumphant release of his latest opus, BANANAS.
As part of Old Crow Medicine Show and more recently with work on the soundtrack for The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs and his own David Rawlings produced record ‘The Folksinger Part 2’, Willie Watson has made modern folk music rooted in older traditions for over two decades. He’s a folksinger in the classic sense: a singer, storyteller, and traveler, with a catalog of songs that bridge the gap between the past and present.
Black Rose Events bring us a triple bill of dark, alternative rock headlined by Bad Pollyanna.
The golden age of the Northern straight white male comedian has gone the way of the dinosaurs. How will he adapt if he wants to survive? What next for this Northern Joker?
Skerryvore return to The Crescent in November after a sellout date on their boundary pushing EVO Tour.
Two time winners of the Live Act Of the Year at the Scottish Traditional Music Awards, this eight-piece whip up a pipe and fiddle led dance party like no other!
A fuzz filled trio of rock’n’roll delights from up and down the A64. Heady garage-punk for all the family brought to you by Trash City. Ace.
A great quartet of York based noise to put a grin on yer mush including the super-smooth styling of The Plastic Palm Trees. Fun.
Paul McArthur’s Kings of Cool is a high-quality, eleven-piece band playing a mix of jazz, funk, disco and acid jazz – but with a cool twist.
One of the founding members of The Beta Band, Steve has also recorded under the names of King Biscuit Time and Black Affair and since 2010 has released three acclaimed solo albums under his own name including his latest, ‘About the Light’ in March. A very rare opportunity to catch Steve with his trio in York!
Now settled in fertile east London, Snapped Ankles maintain the feral energy of the forest. Fight or flight. Primal motorik rhythms, the rush of white noise and post-punk angles; an aural onslaught played out on homemade log synths, electrified guitars and sticks beating hell on taut animal skin.