Scott Simpson could pick up a guitar and walk onto any old stage, anywhere in the world and drop jaws. His energy and charisma ooze from every single inch of his being, all with a cheeky smile, witty remarks and fantastic rhetoric with a crowd. Offstage, Scott is a diamond geezer, a familiar face in the local and a football fanatic. On stage, he’s the same bloke, but with a guitar and a microphone. That’s where things get interesting; when Scott starts to play his first song, mouths shut and heads turn. It’s upbeat, ballsy and kicks you in the head straight out of the gate with no remorse. Scott begins to air his grievances with the world from the word go and doesn’t pull any punches, singing out to the masses in full, shimmering voice and with two fingers held up to the media, trust fund babies and the spoonfed.