For a relatively unknown artist, the queues for Barry Can’t Swim at the Roundhouse last night were impressive: a forest of North Face jackets, tinted spectacles and crossbody bags, stretching all the way to Camden.
For good reason, because Barry, aka Joshua Mainnie, is a man whose star is on the rise. Nominated for a BRIT Award, selling out venues, the Scottish producer (who used to work in a fishmonger’s, hence the rather esoteric name) has carved out a niche for himself with sunny, feelgood dance anthems tinged with jazz and afrobeat.
