the golden hour show

Poster from The Golden Hour at The Forest Cafe, Edinburgh

I have just about recovered from my little jaunt up to Scotland – first time I have left Hackney in ages!

Above is the poster from ‘The Golden Hour’, the night I played in Edinburgh, and there was a lady called Julia Sanches in the audience who took some pretty good snaps:

Ryan Van Winkle introducing Robin Grey at The Forest Cafe in Edinburgh

Robin Grey playing at The Golden Hour, The Forest Cafe, Edinburgh Robin Grey playing at The Golden Hour, The Forest Cafe, Edinburgh Robin Grey playing at The Golden Hour, The Forest Cafe, Edinburgh

you can see the full album on her flickr account here –

camden new journal preview


I did a show in Islington on Monday and was chuffed to find out a nice preview piece had been written in the Camden New Journal – so I am now the proud owner of a nice old fashioned press clipping which says…

“The poetic mastery of Grey’s anti-folk tales is a joy to behold.”

…definately one to post to my Grandma!

Full piece can be found here –

catching the waves review


Last week my album ‘Only The Missile’ received an enthusiastic and insightful review on creative commons music blog Catching The Waves. I have reposted a slightly trimmed review below, if you’d like to read the original in all its full glory please click on the following link:


“Only The Missile is a 10-track album that will appeal to lovers of Leonard Cohen, folk music, introspection, pointed lyrics and open hearts.

The album’s transparent mix warms the listener’s ears while giving centre stage to the understated vocals although Robin can be feisty as well as fluffy. Take ‘The Last Time I Saw David’, an unflinching tale about overcoming religious hypocrisy to reach an atheistic/agnostic state of mind, ensures that Robin will not be booking a gig in America’s Bible Belt any time soon. It’s refreshing to hear a heartfelt song that isn’t all: “I wuv ‘oo; ‘oo wuv me.”

Then there’s the soothing lullaby of The Finchley Waltz (play it to any baby and watch them drop off), a quintessentially English response to the terrorist bombings in London on 7/7:

“I daydreamed for hours in the traffic jam
As the good guys and the bad guys stopped play”

I could recommend any track, but I’ll be unoriginal and suggest the opener These Days, an uptempo mandolin and banjo-laden number with a paradoxically slow but optimistic chorus that will get you singing in the bath and, if you’ve suffered because of the credit crunch, because you’ve taken a bath.*

The title track is a toe-tapper with some wailing harmonica – do harmonicas ever do anything else but wail? – and Your Man is another in a seemingly endless supply of huggable love songs. Swan Song and Five (featuring some very welcome ethnic percussion – bongos, tablas, that sort of thing) bring things to a dreamy close – they’re the aural equivalent of a favourite jumper.

Goodness, what a lovely album. It never ceases to amaze me at what talent is lurking in the darker corners of the net. Please think about sending him a little cash, or, failing that, bake him a cake. He likes cake. A lot. Finally, if I may venture a little advice to Mr Grey: tuck your shirt in, young man. This is the internet – we have standards.”