Sam Sparro
The mercurial, ubiquitous brilliance of ‘Black And Gold’ has earned Sparro critical immunity, so it’s now mandatory to refer to him as the neon-silhouetted saviour of pop. Just one quibble though: if someone played the jive of ‘21st...
Sam Sparro
Looking like Alexis from Hot Chip fed on creatine and joy, Day-Glo spectacled Sam Sparro is pumping the air with his bulging arms, shaking his butt for all he’s worth and singing – altogether now – “’Cos if you’re not really here, then...
Sam Sparro
Sam Sparro, ’80s soul enthusiast and studied dance music expert, should make a killing in 2008. Not only has he got the ‘soul’ label nipping at his heels – a profitable tag to be courting at the moment, what with the successes of Adele and...
Sam Sparro
Everything about Sam Sparro, on the surface, compels one to hate him. For one thing, there’s that bloody awful name spelling. For another, there’s the fact that he has the single worst logo ever – a bird flying into the final ‘O’, which...
