
Pollyfromthedirt takes his name from his mum, Polly, and his hometown’s affectionate nickname, The Dirt. His story starts close to home: he only picked up a guitar after his dad flogged his PlayStation following a row. That Northern pragmatism and dry humour thread through his work, and songs that take aim at British culture while reflecting suburban life with affection, irony, and bite. Filtering his distinct Northern Droll, through a warped sprawl of sounds that are packed with unorthodox rhythms that hit like jet lag
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When england comes
Theres no such thing as england
Cherry seeds
Dont shoot now
Blow my lid
A weekend in majorca
Darlos cowboys
Kalm
The dirt
Sounds like hell