Wed Oct 22 2025
8:00 PM (Doors 7:00 PM)
$33.44 - $118.67
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Flyte w/ Ken Pomeroy
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The best bands are formed not by people who decide on music as a viable career path, but by people who have no choice.
“When I was ten I got a nylon-stringed guitar and a Beatles songbook and that was it: I was going to be a songwriter,” says Will Taylor of Flyte, who have just made an album of perfectly constructed songs rich with deep harmonies, sunny melodies, and the happy/sad uncertainties of life and love. “I didn’t even do my A levels. I love reading, I’ll continue to educate myself, but I was so sure I wanted to be in a band that staying at school seemed completely pointless. Mum was a bit upset, especially as she’s an English teacher, but I think I made a good case for it.”
Flyte’s debut album shimmers with a very English melancholy. There is ancient, churchlike resonance to the choral harmonies of Annie & Alistair, a tale of the twelve-step programme at Alcoholics Anonymous. There is something of Orange Juice’s sun-dappled innocence to Victoria Falls, and shades of Simon & Garfunkel in the beautiful acoustic ballad Orphans of the Storm, but also the spirit of the English outsider, romantic and hopeful and never entirely satisfied, running throughout the album. You can hear it in Sliding Doors, a Talk Talk-inspired tale of a suicide, and in Cathy Come Home, in which the parents of a girl whose boyfriend has been beating her up beg her to return to the family fold. Not so much drawing on his own life as seeking experiences to then reflect upon, Will’s style of writing has as much in common with George Orwell and Evelyn Waugh as it does with Nick Drake, Ray Davies, or any number of songwriters who have tapped into the English malaise for inspiration.
“Being an English songwriter is tainted ground,” says Will, “but all the poetry I’ve mustered is about the sadness and mournfulness that penetrates English life. Cathy Come Home, for example, is about empty nest syndrome, and the pain of seeing a child moving into adulthood. Orphans of the Storm gets its name from a chapter in Brideshead Revisited. Perhaps it is because I come from Winchester, which I have a massive chip on my shoulder about because it is so incredibly safe and middle class and my dad taught at the college for clever people, while I went to the local comp, but I can’t get away from that kind of sensibility.”
Flyte’s story begins at that comprehensive in Winchester when Will, aged thirteen, formed a band called the Ashbys with drummer Jon Supran. (“We had a tiny bit of hype. Lily Allen said she liked one of our songs.”) Needless to say, there was still much growing up to do, and after leaving school, after spending six months in San Francisco and a year in Paris with his then-girlfriend, Will reconnected with Jon and bassist Nick Hill, another school friend. Then in 2013 Will spotted Sam Berridge, the band’s classically trained keyboardist and guitarist, busking at Tottenham Court Road station. Ten years of waiting for something to happen, forming a band with three other musicians gifted with great singing voices, and a serious case of heartbreak — Will’s girlfriend ended things not long after Flyte came together — gave the band all the ingredients they needed to hit the ground running.
“My soon to be ex-girlfriend made a video on an iPhone of us playing Faithless,” says Will. “It snowballed from there.”
Once the band had a deal in place with Island Records, after releasing their first single on Transgressive, and the time to devote themselves to making a great debut, Flyte released a flurry of alternative-indie anthems including ‘We Are The Rain’, ‘Closer Together,’ and ‘Light Me Up’, amassing millions of streams and a dedicated live following – having started their own sell-out Chasing Heaven club night, where friends are invited to play at intimate London venues, with many artists passing through such as Beatenberg, Toothless, and Grace Lightman. But it was one Christmas night that spelled a Flyte-movement – when Will and Sam uploaded a cover of Joni Mitchell’s ‘River’ to their Facebook page. The heart-wrenching interpretation racked up over 1M streams, with fans wanting more sessions. The band began carefully curating covers in London landmarks with towering acoustics, including Heaven Talking Heads, and Archie Marry Me by Alvvays, which features on the record.
Earning a reputation for their trademark vocal arrangements, the goal was to come up with a sound that acknowledged the music they loved, from Nick Drake to Mac DeMarco to Vangelis’s soundtrack to Blade Runner, without being derivative or overly reverential. Sam says Flyte found their voice by “forcing restriction on the music, and by making the most of having four singers in the group. When we realised it was a unique thing to have four people who could sing in harmony we emphasised that. We knew it wasn’t going to sound like anything else.”
“We would be in the studio and say to each other: ‘wouldn’t it be great to have some strings here?’, or, ‘Let’s get a wicked synth line on this track,’” adds Will. “And we always conclude, ‘No, let’s do it with the voices because it will always work that way. And it’s our way.’”
No album worth its place in the pantheon is made without the spilling of much blood, sweat and tears. Flyte don’t make life easy for themselves. They never use Pro Tools, instead practising intensely, honing and crafting each song until they know they can do a great live take of it in the studio. Harmonies are captured by having three voices sing into one microphone rather than using the more common modern technique of layering with overdubs.
“None of the albums that inspire us as musicians are heavily edited, polished or overproduced,” says
Sam, “so we didn’t want ours to be either.”
Each member of the band contributed to the music, to which Will then added the words, but that doesn’t mean it was plain sailing. “Our process of making music is democratic but frustrating,” Will explains. “Dreams get crushed on a daily basis because everyone has a say, so you have to let go of something you might be particularly proud of. There is a lot of arguing, crying and hating each other and I want to die most of the time, but the end result makes it worthwhile.”
“We do endless jam sessions and if something sticks, then someone goes home and gets a melody to go on top of it,” says Sam. “But over the past year, we’ve realised the best point in a piece of music is when you’ve just come up with it. From then on until the end of time you’re going to hate it. You want the album to be perfect, which is impossible. The propensity for going totally insane is very high.”
“Even the other day, Jon got obsessed by how there was slightly too much top end on his hi-hat on one track,” says Will. “But we’re all like that. We’re just upset that we can’t have an infinity to turn our album into the most perfect thing ever made by man, woman or child. As a result I think we’ve ruined our career and everything will turn out awfully.”
Now you listen to Flyte’s life-affirming album of tightly constructed songs, which flow by with the ease of a summer breeze while holding stories that go to the heart of what it is to be alive, and decide for yourself if that scenario is likely to happen.
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Ken Pomeroy will break your heart. She’ll do it with a single line––sometimes, just one word. The pain
begins as an empathetic ache. Then, as Pomeroy sings her stories, you begin to see yourself in her
hurt and hope. And you realize: We’re in this together.
“A lot of the topics that I’m writing about are heavy, and I feel like it was hard for me, growing up in
modern music, to find something that touched on deep topics and wasn’t just sad music,” Pomeroy
says. She pauses, then starts to laugh, softly and darkly, adding, “But I do write for the disturbed.”
Pomeroy’s outstretched hand to the wounded manifests as startlingly good songs. Her soprano is
comforting––almost sweet––but perhaps most powerful delivering a devastating line. A deft guitarist,
she opts for beds of rootsy strings that can soothe or haunt. But it’s her writing that really shines and
stings. “Writing was and is the only way I can fully express an emotion and feel like I got it out,” she
says. “I feel like once I get it out into a song, I don’t have to worry about it anymore. If it’s a traumatic
thing that happened, I kind of act as if it’s gone.”
Writing as a cathartic release has culminated in Pomeroy’s highly anticipated new album, Cruel Joke.
The 12-track contemporary folk collection creates a wild but safe space of Pomeroy’s own––a space
that, like 22-year-old Pomeroy herself, is brutally honest, proudly Native American, and undeniably
brilliant.
People have noticed. Pomeroy’s “Wall of Death” made its way onto the Twisters soundtrack, while
Hulu’s Reservation Dogs featured her soul-mining gem, “Cicadas.” Tour dates with Lukas Nelson, Iron
& Wine, American Aquarium, John Moreland, Kaitlin Butts, and more followed. “A lot of really cool
things are happening, but it hasn’t set in. I haven’t had time to bask in it,” Pomeroy says. “Even when I
started playing music, I never thought, ‘I’m a musician. I chose this life.’ I feel like something way above
me pointed at me and said, ‘Okay, here’s your path.’ And I’ve just been following it kind of blindly ever
since.”
Raised in Moore, Oklahoma, Pomeroy is Cherokee. Her mamaw gave her the name ᎤᏍᏗ ᏀᏯ ᏓᎶᏂᎨ
ᎤᏍᏗᎦ, which means “Little Wolf with Yellow Hair.” Parts of childhood were incredibly hard. “My mom
wasn’t around––my biological mom,” Pomeroy says. “I had my dad and stepmom, but I feel like I was
always put in a position to make an adult decision when I was a kid. I had really adult-sized feelings
that I didn’t know how to process and get through.”
Pomeroy started writing songs at 11 years old. She remembers why––and in signature Pomeroy
fashion, it’s somehow disorienting and charming, all at once. “I think I wanted to be a songwriter
because of John Denver,” she says. “I heard ‘Jet Plane” when I was like 6, and I became infatuated
with it. My stepmom burned a CD of just that song playing 18 times in a row, and I listened to that for
years. That type of music was new to me. I didn’t know you could feel a certain way listening to music.
And ever since then, I’ve wanted to do that for other people.”
With Cruel Joke, that’s exactly what Pomeroy has done. Raw and visual, her songs dare the rest of us
not to feel––and offer companionship when we inevitably do. “I broke you like a mirror into pieces / A
few of me staring back in disbelief,” Pomeroy sings in the first two lines of “Flannel Cowboy.” With
tenderness, she consoles a love that’s treasured but unrequited––and illustrates immediately her
penchant for shocking with blunt beauty. Layered over strings, “Cicadas” offers more heartbreaking
self-reflection. “That’s truly a self-realization song––me accepting parts of me that I wasn’t super happy
with at the time, but also realizing that the good parts of me, which could be the cicadas, are always
there, pushing to be front and center,” Pomeroy says.
Pomeroy weaves patterns of self-reflection and self-realization throughout the album. “Coyote,”
featuring fellow Oklahoma songwriting stalwart John Moreland, is a vulnerable admission that
sometimes, she has herself to blame. In Native stories, a coyote can be a troubling omen––and one
with which Pomeroy often identifies. Rich imagery from the natural world, spanning earthbound
creatures such as wolves and dogs, to astral bodies like the sun, fill Pomeroy’s songs. The vignettes
serve as a moving example of embracing tradition, extending it, and making it personal. “Growing up
Native, there are a lot of signs and works that include animals. Most every tale includes an animal
somehow,” Pomeroy says. “I think that was just subconsciously ingrained in me. I realized listening
back to the songs: There are so many animals on this album. I am really excited that those teachings
made it in there. It’s special.”
Pomeroy wrote the sweetly sad “Grey Skies” when she was just 13. The song is a remarkable snapshot
of a young songwriter who was already formidable. Anchored by banjo and Pomeroy’s supple voice,
“Wrango” is an ode to innocence and a best friend.
Several tracks feature gut punches––so many, it’s an unmistakable hallmark of Pomeroy’s writing. In
the shuffling “Pareidolia,” images of bucolic destruction build up to a wry realization: “I guess a cruel
joke is all we can afford.” The song is a tribute to Buck Meek, one of Pomeroy’s songwriting heroes. In
other tracks, Pomeroy opts to lead with the blows. “Stranger,” a standout, opens with solo acoustic
guitar, and then: “The wind keeps on hitting me like my mother used to / Unlike her, I feel like it doesn’t
want to.” Pomeroy delivers the lines with a dewy, fresh voice, and clear diction. The song came after
she listened to a TED Talk, The Art of Asking, and song, “Runs in the Family,” by Amanda Palmer.
Pomeroy says writing the song was hard, and that she grew from it. “Amanda had a lot of really
traumatic things happen to her, and she’s off the edge,” Pomeroy says. “I think that’s what really got to
me: There are so many ways to handle what you’re dealt. If you don’t handle it the ‘right way,’ you’re
going to fall off the edge. That really scared me and forced me to understand my emotions a little bit
more.”
“Innocent Eyes” is another deeply personal reckoning with trauma, sung over sparse acoustic guitar.
Pomeroy wrote the song after a smell unlocked memories she didn’t know she had. “I had a whole new
book to read about myself, and it scared me how much your mind can hide stuff from you to protect
you, especially as a kid,” she says.
Moody highlight “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothes” is a favorite of Pomeroy’s. It’s also a love song––and,
according to Pomeroy, the only technical love song she’s ever written. “I feel like a wolf in sheep’s
clothes,” she says. “I’m really hard on my songwriting, but in this song, I nailed exactly how I was
feeling, and how to get it out.”
That’s the entire point for Pomeroy––and why she’ll keep writing. She is chasing that sublime
satisfaction that only comes with capturing a moment or a feeling that otherwise is gone forever. “I want
people to hear my songs and think, ‘Wow, I went through something similar, or this line reminds me of
something that happened in my life. Someone else feels it, and I’m not alone.’” Pomeroy sighs. “That’s
what I want: People not feeling alone.”
$33.44 - $118.67 Ages 18+
1 Limited Edition Poster
1 Limited Edition Tote Bag
Access to an unplugged acoustic performance prior to the show
Flyte M&G following the Acoustic Performance
VIPs will be able to remain in the venue until doors
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VIP POSTER
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