Now, as you may know, Blackpool is a town built on disappointment and despair.
Growing up on these windy shores, Benjamin Shaw had an awful lot of time on his hands. Years and years and years.
After a period of particular awfulness, and a short descent into madness, Ben fell for a whimsical fair lady on the other side of the planet, and promptly set about a plan to move his life over to Melbourne, Australia. It was around this time that making up songs finally became important to Ben, and although not fantastic, they were still good enough to make a few friends in the blossoming Preston music scene, and help woo his internet beau from across the water. Before setting sail, and with help from other local gloomers, Ben made a short 7 song CD to take on his way.
After a year in Melbourne, playing gaggles of shows and being involved in some frightfully hot bondings with the hip and dandies of Melbourne, Ben returned to Engerland with a wife and a woollen sock full of new songs and recordings.
Now living in the woods of North London, Ben has recently been seen playing all the main dives you've never heard of, and continues to be making mountains of his molehill recordings.
Neil Young and Tom Waits, mixed with the Neutral Milk Hotels, Jeffrey Lewises and Sparklehorses of today have become the diet, and with all the agility you would expect from a gangly, pale, washing line of a man, Benjamin Shaw is coming at you like a wet duffle-coat.
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