
James Vincent McMorrow took to the sold out Art Centre stage in Norwich rather like a rabbit caught in the glow of a car's headlights. I almost expected him to turn and run from the stage, half-size guitar in hand. His rise to fame through the medium of television advertising is not uncommon in this throwaway society, as there seems to be a craving to turn folk into overnight popstars. None of this, of course, is the fault of James himself. I did, however, wonder how many came to the venue on the back of that one cover version of [...]