What<#8217;s that sound? It<#8217;s acoustic guitar like we<#8217;ve never heard it before. It<#8217;s things done to six strings that will boggle the ears and eyes. It<#8217;s a throaty but gentle blues croon that speaks of backwoods, beaches and the badlands of, ah, Surrey. It<#8217;s t*u*n*e*s, the likes of which have become a word-of-myspace cult across the Cornwall surf scene and landed prestigious support slots with Jack Johnson<#8217;s cult buddy Donavon Frankenreiter.
It<#8217;s a genius cover of Massive Attack<#8217;s Teardrop dropped into a set to silence a rowdy crowd whilst supporting Paulo Nutini during the World Cup or the Python-esque wit with which Newton Faulkner is fast winning over audiences across the UK.
It<#8217;s this inventiveness <#8211; this esprit de gig <#8211; that made this 21-year-old from just outside London one of the most buzzed-about DIY artists of 2006. With no promotion and bugger-all money his first release, last spring<#8217;s Full Fat EP, reached Number One on Amazon<#8217;s singles chart. The shuffling beats; Faulkner<#8217;s laidback scat singing and gutsy holler; the chewy blues riffs; the <#8216;tapping<#8217; of strings <#8211; these had (pardon the pun) struck a chord with anyone who had stumbled across his shows in the south-west, causing the low-key release to sell-out its 3000 copies. With his wonderfully dexterous approach to guitar, Faulkner is as exciting to watch as he is to hear.
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What<#8217;s that sound? It<#8217;s acoustic guitar like we<#8217;ve never heard it before. It<#8217;s things done to six strings that will boggle the ears and eyes. It<#8217;s a throaty but gentle blues croon that speaks of backwoods, beaches and the badlands of, ah, Surrey. It<#8217;s t*u*n*e*s, the likes of which have become a word-of-myspace cult across the Cornwall surf scene and landed prestigious support slots with Jack Johnson<#8217;s cult buddy Donavon Frankenreiter. 
