Luke Ritchie has just completed the recording of his debut 4-track EP Cover It Up on Angel Falls Records, with producer Anthony Whiting (M.I.A., Natalie Williams), set for release in July.
His voice has already drawn the attention of a varied group of artists. Radio 1’s Mary-Anne Hobbs passed a CD of his work on to Limp Bizkit’s Wes Borland, and the two were in discussions on his new project Eat the Day before he returned to Fred Durst.
More recently, Luke returned from Prague after working on the soundtrack to Horem pádem, one the most successful films ever made in the Czech Republic. The director Jan Hrebejk and composer Aleš Březina heard Luke’s voice in London, and invited him over to the Czech Republic to work on the film’s soundtrack.
Plans are now underway for a full album, as well as a limited UK tour later in the summer.
”sky-scraping vocals” – The Guardian
“a taste of blues with a chaser of folk via John Martyn” – Tobias Hill Full review below
REVIEW FROM MET BAR GIG DECEMBER 13TH 2007
By Tobias Hill
Rags to Ritchie
The Met Bar’s full of ragamuffins! Actually they’re not that threadbare - some of them don’t even have holes in their clothes - but one thing’s for sure; Old Park Lane’s Metropolitan Hotel isn’t their normal stomping ground. The Barfly or the Water Rats look more their natural habitat; the Met Bar, meanwhile, has escaped wholesale out of a Smirnoff Ice ad, all Japanese silk wallpaper and Cristal champagne at £1800 a pop.
Not that anyone’s complaining: Wildplum Live know how to organise a slick gig, and even if the bubbly stays on ice, the punters have certainly turned out in force, all dressed up in their Sunday best for a night uptown with Luke Ritchie.
Ritchie himself is still down in the audience, discussing what it’s like throwing TVs out of hotel rooms in the 21st century. Flat screens just aren’t the same, he says: they fly like frisbees. Presumably he’s just been upstairs, seeking perfect pitch over Hyde Park. But Ritchie is on first - Hijak Oscar and Jacksonswarehouse are waiting in the wings - and there’s music to be getting on with.
He takes the stage alone this evening. It’s four years since Ritchie’s band Sevenball really got rolling, but tonight he’s playing solo, with Sevenball drummer Martin Goodfellow joining him only for the final number. Until then Ritchie plays unplugged, starting out with Pass it Over and The End, hitting his stride with Song for Sundays.
The Sevenball sound is still there, but solo acoustic brings out the strengths of Ritchie’s voice and guitar work. Sevenball have been compared to Ben Harper and Radiohead, but their full staged sound is more Seattle than either of those suggest. Ritchie keeps faith with that - the thick sludgy sediment of Grunge really comes to the fore when the set goes electric - but there’s a taste of Blues here too, and in the fifth number, Shanty, a chaser of Folk via John Martyn.
Luke Ritchie puts his head back and howls like a Viking skald. He cuts a leonine figure, and though he’s physically compact his voice is anything but; in fact the most startling thing about his live performance is the power of his vocal sound. He sings like a man possessed. There’s plenty of Eddie Vedder in there, and a chasing of Counting Crows’s Adam Duritz too; but like all good singers Ritchie is ultimately distinct.
Disaster strikes! Halfway through the closing number, I Don’t Worry, the pedal snaps on Goodfellow’s bass drum. The duo play on. You get the impression they’d do so if all they had to beat the infernal drum with were their skulls. The passion is there, and the crowd respond to it, and rise to it. It’s a grey December night out in Hyde Park, but in the Met Bar, Old Park Lane, Luke Ritchie is still seeking out the perfect pitch.
His voice has already drawn the attention of a varied group of artists. Radio 1’s Mary-Anne Hobbs passed a CD of his work on to Limp Bizkit’s Wes Borland, and the two were in discussions on his new project Eat the Day before he returned to Fred Durst.
More recently, Luke returned from Prague after working on the soundtrack to Horem pádem, one the most successful films ever made in the Czech Republic. The director Jan Hrebejk and composer Aleš Březina heard Luke’s voice in London, and invited him over to the Czech Republic to work on the film’s soundtrack.
Plans are now underway for a full album, as well as a limited UK tour later in the summer.
”sky-scraping vocals” – The Guardian
“a taste of blues with a chaser of folk via John Martyn” – Tobias Hill Full review below
REVIEW FROM MET BAR GIG DECEMBER 13TH 2007
By Tobias Hill
Rags to Ritchie
The Met Bar’s full of ragamuffins! Actually they’re not that threadbare - some of them don’t even have holes in their clothes - but one thing’s for sure; Old Park Lane’s Metropolitan Hotel isn’t their normal stomping ground. The Barfly or the Water Rats look more their natural habitat; the Met Bar, meanwhile, has escaped wholesale out of a Smirnoff Ice ad, all Japanese silk wallpaper and Cristal champagne at £1800 a pop.
Not that anyone’s complaining: Wildplum Live know how to organise a slick gig, and even if the bubbly stays on ice, the punters have certainly turned out in force, all dressed up in their Sunday best for a night uptown with Luke Ritchie.
Ritchie himself is still down in the audience, discussing what it’s like throwing TVs out of hotel rooms in the 21st century. Flat screens just aren’t the same, he says: they fly like frisbees. Presumably he’s just been upstairs, seeking perfect pitch over Hyde Park. But Ritchie is on first - Hijak Oscar and Jacksonswarehouse are waiting in the wings - and there’s music to be getting on with.
He takes the stage alone this evening. It’s four years since Ritchie’s band Sevenball really got rolling, but tonight he’s playing solo, with Sevenball drummer Martin Goodfellow joining him only for the final number. Until then Ritchie plays unplugged, starting out with Pass it Over and The End, hitting his stride with Song for Sundays.
The Sevenball sound is still there, but solo acoustic brings out the strengths of Ritchie’s voice and guitar work. Sevenball have been compared to Ben Harper and Radiohead, but their full staged sound is more Seattle than either of those suggest. Ritchie keeps faith with that - the thick sludgy sediment of Grunge really comes to the fore when the set goes electric - but there’s a taste of Blues here too, and in the fifth number, Shanty, a chaser of Folk via John Martyn.
Luke Ritchie puts his head back and howls like a Viking skald. He cuts a leonine figure, and though he’s physically compact his voice is anything but; in fact the most startling thing about his live performance is the power of his vocal sound. He sings like a man possessed. There’s plenty of Eddie Vedder in there, and a chasing of Counting Crows’s Adam Duritz too; but like all good singers Ritchie is ultimately distinct.
Disaster strikes! Halfway through the closing number, I Don’t Worry, the pedal snaps on Goodfellow’s bass drum. The duo play on. You get the impression they’d do so if all they had to beat the infernal drum with were their skulls. The passion is there, and the crowd respond to it, and rise to it. It’s a grey December night out in Hyde Park, but in the Met Bar, Old Park Lane, Luke Ritchie is still seeking out the perfect pitch.
Seen live