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Samuel James

Samuel James is more than your five foot something, twenty something sensitive new age guy who can’t quite grow enough facial hair to become a hipster and live in Newtown, so living in the shire and shaving that fluff on a daily basis becomes a necessity to avoid looking like a 14 year old going through puberty trying to impress his mates with a thin mustache...

Nah. He sings those songs that sound familiar in that bar that you go to on the weekends to unwind, forget about the week just gone and end up drinking too much, only to wake up the next morning with bloodshot eyes thinking ‘Who was that guy singing last night? He goes alright. And where the hell are my pants?’.

So check out the gig guide, come along to a pub/club/rsl/shanty that Samuel James is singing at and drink til it sounds good.

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