
There's something odd about M Ward . Whilst I've listened to three of his albums - Transfiguration of Vincent, Transistor Radio and Post-War - more than pretty much anything else over the past four or five years, I still haven't really got a grasp of the man behind croaky voice, obscure lyrical themes, and that guitar playing. Would finally seeing him live crack open that mystery? Nope. First things first. Gig-goers in London - please take note. That nice, if somewhat kooky, lady up on the stage is trying [...]