The term “crooner” might bring to mind the silky-smooth voice of Frank Sinatra and the choreographed flair of his Rat Pack, Las Vegas, tailored suits and a big band on the stands. What it might not conjure, though, is a twentysomething south Londoner dressed in an oversize shirt with a Fender guitar slung over his shoulder. Yet this is the crooning aesthetic of Jacob Allen, aka Puma Blue.
In many ways, Allen updates the Sinatra stereotype for a new, jaded generation. Less Michael Bublé and more rough-edged, his sound is one of jazz instrumentation brought to life in the husky whisper of his voice.
Read the feature in the Observer New Review.
[This piece was published on 01/12/18]