Folk was one of the kindest-hearted shows I’ve seen in my four years at St Andrews. It’s been a long time since I’ve left a theatre here with such a warm buzz in my heart, having laughed till I cried. From the cosy set design with every shelf dressed with perfectly messy bric-a-brac, to Joey Baker’s choice to have Joseph Kitching strumming on his guitar as the audience entered, I really felt like one of the motley crew welcomed into Winnie’s front room.
Whereas on a normal Friday night you would typically find me ‘bopping’ to mainstream music in 601, last Friday I attended an event new to my usual line-up: Bacchanalia. Now in its third year, this event is best described as a cross between a ball and a festival, offering a celebration of the music talent in St Andrews.
At the earlier time of 3:30pm (whether this is to avoid collision with Christmas Ball pres is up for debate), the Acapella Society committee scheduled a holiday bonanza this year. All six St Andrews groups performed alongside worldwide hit, Trinity College Dublin’s The Trinitones, following their successful US-tour and having gained 23 million views on their viral video of a George Ezra medley. This event, supporting Music in Hospitals & Care Scotland (MiHC), helped not only to boost the town’s morale in the longer, darker nights, but also to raise much-needed funds for a charity whose “live musical sessions are designed to humanise clinical settings, to reach and connect people, to encourage communication and meaningful interactions and to elicit emotions and memories when it matters most.”
Revision week can be a dark and gloomy time. Christmas can seem both imminent and unattainable. Fear not, however, as Owl Eyes would like to recommend something that is certain to reassert your festive spirit: A Charity Christmas Concert, a new event organised by St Salvator’s Chapel Choir, taking place at 7pm on Thursday, 6th December, in St Salvator’s Chapel.
From thousands of twinkling lights, to multiple chocolate fountains and spirited Christmas music, guests truly fell down the rabbit hole at this year’s Mermaid’s Christmas Ball. Christmas Ball is always one of the most anticipated nights of the year, and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Everyone was having a fabulous time, whether it was their first time or their fourth.
This week, the annual one-day phenomenon that is Szentek descends upon St Andrews’s Kinkell Byre, promising “an eclectic sensory extravaganza” of art and music. When one thinks of nightlife in this small East Fife town, minds might wander to bowties and ballgowns – but Szentek (Hungarian for “Saint”) promises once again to be a breath of fresh air. Offering an underground alternative to students and a larger platform for electronic music, Szentek fosters young local creative potential from behind the decks to on the canvas.
As the daylight hours shorten and the temperature starts to drop, I begin to feel a sort of dread towards the inevitable late-night library sessions and bitterly cold walks home. Autumn and Winter is my favourite time of year, but when swamped with coursework one can’t help but let the night (which arrives at 3pm) put you in a bit of a blue mood. But everybody knows that the perfect remedy for gloominess or lethargy is some cheering tunes on your walk home or halfway through that marathon-style studying. Here are my favourites:
As the owner of an Amazon prime account I have access to many free films, but on top of these I have purchased seven films which tell a lot about me: firstly there’s the three gritty, tense Iranian dramas, which show that I study Persian. Then the three Richard Curtis/Hugh Grant films, which show that I have been dumped in the last couple of years and that I’m a massive softy. And finally there’s the crowning glory, the one I watch most, after perhaps Four Weddings, Mamma Mia, which shows that I have great taste. This is backed up by the fact that this summer I only went to the cinema three times, once to see Incredibles Two with my brother, and then twice to see Mamma Mia! Here we go again – the most anticipated film of the century for me and every woman named Sandra.
First things first: The Front Bottoms aren’t all that good. Sorry. But their newest album, Going Grey, is somehow the best album of 2017 anyway (sorry Harry Styles, I still love you). A band hailing from the great state of New Jersey, The Front Bottoms have created a following made up of the entire intersection of the Guys with Beards Who Wear Flannel and Fourteen Year-Old Girls Who Smoke Cigarettes venn diagram. In a nutshell, lead vocalist Brian Sella delivers lyrics with a voice anyone would not be surprised to learn comes from a dude named Brian, but that only seems to contribute to the greater lethargic effect exuded by the instrumentals. None of this should work, but it does.
Taylor Swift’s Reputation is packed with slick made-for-radio pop hits which are destined to be played on repeat for the next few years (or longer). It’s a great album, though it’s depressingly dark. Here is a song-by-song run-through: