Fred Kingdom is a 20 year old multi-instrumentalist, performer, producer and song writer. Until recently he was studying at London’s Guildhall School of Music. He has been performing around London with his set of self-penned soul and funk accompanied by his seven piece band. His influences are Earth, Wind and Fire, Bruno Mars, Stevie Wonder, Prince, Rod Temperton and Heatwave, 70s soul and R&B.

The tall Lanky Git Win Butler owes Ciarán Dwyers ex-girlfriend Money.

Beaten fairly at a pool game in Montreal, he slipped out the back door of the Emery street studio and tramped down an alleyway and hasn’t been seen since.

Ciarán Dwyer also owes Gabi money but he is here with redemption songs and a fine band.

Born to an Athy mother, there is an Ernest Shackleton kind of brilliant failure to his music career, dragging himself from song to song and onto stages around the world. Its chaotic at the best of times and its chaotic at the worst.

To quote Sir Raymond Priestly

“If you want discovery pick Kittser, for speed and efficiency A.S Fanning

But when disaster strikes and all hope is gone, get down on your knees and pray for Ciarán.

Indie and folk music have been a massive part of who I am and who I get inspired by for my own writing. Having the chance to play my first gig at an iconic venue and fully stripped back, no BS… it’s humbling yet so incredibly comforting to form a closer bond with an audience from the get go. Oh, and go check out my music, I think you’ll like it x

I had dream that the whole audience was on ice and the ice was melting. I asked the sound guy please can I play just one song and they said yes. I watch the big band from backstage, and they were terrible, but this one song really got me. So everyone was waiting to go on and my sister was backstage on her iPad. After some time, the whole audience was slowing sinking and eventually partially submerged in water. There were headphone jacks on the ceiling and everyone’s heads bobbed above the water with the ceiling headphones on. My parents told me not to sing. I’m teleported to the countryside, and there’s a sign that says Washington, DC. I walk down a path with a canal on either side. There’s these 1970s-style houses with ugly decorations like frills and there are open double doors so I can see everything inside. There is a bride and groom in one, and there is also a casket and an old lady on a throne. They are blessing her in some way. I keep walking thinking this is properly weird, and then I walk into this large house. The people inside are half-human half-robot and I’m screaming that I need to go home. And I go through various rooms until I reach a living room and the mother says it’s ok and I run out and she runs after me and then she hugs me and I’m shaking on the back of a abandoned pickup truck and she said this happened to me too and then I said please can I just play one song, and she said yes.