Tim Arnold: The Soho Hobo

Tim Arnold: The Soho Hobo

  • Sun 10 May, 7pm (Doors 6.30pm)
  • £12 (£8)

ALBUM LAUNCH with special guest Marc Almond

Tim Arnold – Vocals & Guitar
Jonny Dyke – Piano
Peter Radcliffe – Drums
Magnus Box – Bass
Rob Mach – Sax

Soho is Tim Arnold, and Tim Arnold is Soho.

Tim’s Soho roots stretch back to before he was born: his grandfather was actor manager for the legendary Paul Raymond in the 1950′s, and his mother made history by being the youngest nude to perform the fan-dance at the Windmill Theatre in the 1960′s. Now, Tim is at the forefront of the W1 music scene, with an act that celebrates the grit and the glamour of London’s sinful square mile in story and song.

Expect a performance bustling with incident, pulsing with glamour and positively pullulating with myth and mayhem and songs so strong neither the milkmen nor the strippers can resist whistling them as they wend their way home at dawn.

“Tim’s music has been described as a mixture of Vintage London, Ian Dury nods, Tony Newley winks and just a touch of “West End Swagger” and it is indeed as rich and fun as it sounds” – Sonic Shocks, Feb 2013

With Special Guests:

Jud Charlton – Emcee
Miss Giddy Heights – Windmill Fan Dance
King of Swing Ray Gelato
Lisa Moorish
Jessie Wallace
Plus one very ‘secret’ special guest…

For more info see thesohohobo.com

Running Time: 120mins
Age Recommendation: 16+

‘Arnold is an animated and fascinating frontman…’
CLASSIC ROCK MAGAZINE

‘Timeless sounds for our time…’
MICHAEL ATTENBOROUGH, ARTISTIC DIRECTOR, ALMEIDA THEATRE

‘Ambition, Rock ‘n’ Roll and profound commentary on humanity…’
THE STAGE

‘The mixture of searing power pop, swooning serenades and swelling string sections is magnificent.’
Q MAGAZINE

‘Possessing a beautiful voice and if you’re looking for references then try Muse, Radiohead, Jeff Buckley and The Beatles – such is the strength of the material here.’
ROCKSOUND MAGAZINE

‘Like all the best heart-flayed-open records, it’s a delicate yet powerful affair. String quartets lifting from the grooves like a flock of pigeons rising over Soho Square.’
NME