Metro Theatre, SydneyScotland’s superstar-in-the-making unleashes mayhem in a sweaty, delirious frenzy of connection
With their city ringed by bushfires and blanketed in an end-of-days smoke haze that, by Tuesday, exceeded the level decreed “hazardous” 11 times over, Sydneysiders were in dire need of a blast of pure and unbridled joy. Step forward, Gerry Cinnamon.
The unsigned Scot – a word-of-mouth sensation with the soul of Billy Bragg, the sound of the Proclaimers and the haircut of a young Paul Weller – writes the kind of songs you find yourself singing along to on first hearing. On his debut album, 2017’s Erratic Cinematic, they’re folk-pop pub anthems about learning and yearning; vivid, at-times introspective tales of wasters and dafties and days lost to drugs.