Author name: Ally

Thanks for the adventure – now go have a new one. Love, Ally      

by Ally Winford Hang on to the things that you’re supposed to say, Millions of stars. Norway is a country that has, at various stages of my life, and in various ways – some bigger, some smaller – meant something or other to me. The films of Joachim Trier, once being reduced to tears watching Martin

Aarhus, Denmark (May 29, 2025) “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.” (Franz Kafka, about a doll; very probably apocryphal) But I don’t buy into that. It has almost been a completed journey with Mew, from my introduction during a liminal phase

London, England, UK (April 3, 2024) / Odense, Denmark (April 12, 2024) The greatest Mew show ever played was at La Maroquinerie in Paris, 12 November 2009. There were a collective of us there, and we all felt it. This was true love. We were there, but not entirely present. We could think of nothing

Aarhus, Denmark (February 5, 2022) / Odense, Denmark (February 6, 2022) During Comforting Sounds, the man next to me shows his wife his raised arm, replete and complete with goosebumps and hair all stood up. This is Odense, February 2022, and in all respects, the few thousand of us who are the lucky ones tonight are

Goethe wrote that “music is liquid architecture; architecture is frozen music”. That being the case, it’s fitting that part of my 15th anniversary with Frengers is diaried to take place at the Barbican Centre in London. The Big Smoke, the Great Wen, Londontown, the city where plenty of the record was germinated; Mew‘s quintessentially non-British opus. And