Dan was born on a fishing boat five hundred metres from the shore near Scarborough, England. His mother’s waters broke as she pulled lobster pots on board.

Later that day, his parents arrived home to realise they had left Dan amongst the still-writhing catch and brought back a rare orange lobster by mistake (lobsters are usually blue and turn orange only after cooking - about one in a million are orange - I think I saw that on Blue Peter or something).

Dan’s music reflects the way he entered the world; earnest and confused, speaking of love, loss, politics, corruption and war. He doesn’t have all the answers, but sings with a gentle salt-whipped whimsy that onlookers have said is really quite beautiful, tapping into the consciousness of a generation searching for change.