A New Appreciation For Sam Fender and “Seventeen Going Under”

For those of you following my updates as to what is currently at the top of the UK Singles Chart, I haven’t had to do that for a while as the Sam Fender / Olivia Dean collaboration, Rein Me In, has reigned supreme (pun intended) for seven of the last eight weeks. It only slipped to the No. 2 spot in mid-March, the week Harry Styles’ new album came out, when his song, American Girls, (very similar to his previous No. 1, Aperture) made the top spot before promptly dropping down the chart again.


Rein Me In is Sam’s first chart topper, maybe made possible because of his collaboration with Olivia, the lady of the moment. The song blends indie rock with modern soul influences; Sam’s signature anthemic guitar sound and Olivia’s smooth, expressive vocals. I was pleased to hear DD recently chose it as the sign-off song, for her work Friday “Teams Meeting”.

Talking of Harry Styles and Olivia Dean, I had intended today’s post to be about how modern day pop stars don’t seem to have to put in the graft nowadays, as artists used to in days gone by, but can become an instant success via – reality tv shows (Harry), graduating from the Brit School (Olivia), being YouTube/TikTok sensations or having rich parents willing to subsidise their efforts. I suspected Sam Fender must have had a similar leg-up but once I looked into his backstory a bit more I realised I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Sam Fender

He has been dubbed the British Bruce Springsteen and I can see why. Born and raised in a small terraced house in North Shields, Sam says the first 10 years of his life were comfortable being part of a musical family. His dad Alan is also a singer-songwriter and guitarist, whilst his brother Liam plays the drums. Both musicians performed locally. His late childhood and adolescence were tumultuous however. His mother left when he was eight years old, although he later reconnected with her at age 17, when he was forced out of his house by his stepmother.

From the age of 13, all Sam wanted to do was become a professional musician and at age 14 he started to write his own songs. His brother introduced him to Bruce Springsteen’s album, Born to Run, at age 15, when he also began playing at his brother’s open mic nights. By the age of 17 however, he and his mother were poor and living in a small, crumbling flat on the outskirts of North Shields. Whilst studying, and playing with his new band, Sam also held down two jobs. He had to abandon his A Levels to earn money to help his mother, who had developed a mental illness in addition to her existing fibromyalgia. Eventually, at age 18, Sam began performing paid gigs at pubs and restaurants which is how his manager discovered him and took him on as a client.

So, unlike many others in today’s music industry, no leg-up (although music was probably in his genes via his dad). Sam started off trying to write songs he thought would be popular, as he was desperate to get himself and his mother out of their financial and living situation. However, after a major health scare and facing the possibility of death, he changed his outlook on life. His recovery refocused his songwriting efforts, and he started writing songs for himself. It was from this period he wrote a number of the songs he went on to release. I have found a new appreciation for this one, Seventeen Going Under, as at that time, he really was.

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender:


In 2018 Sam was named the BBC’s “Sound of 2018”, and signed to Polydor Records. He won the Critics’ Choice Award at the 2019 Brit Awards and released his debut album, Hypersonic Missiles, which entered the UK Albums Chart at No. 1. His second album, Seventeen Going Under, was released in 2021 and also topped the UK Albums Chart and received a nomination for the 2022 Mercury Prize. In 2022, 2025, and 2026, he won the Brit Award for British Rock/Alternative Act and in October 2025, he was awarded the Mercury Prize for his third studio album, People Watching.

Sam Fender I salute you (and your Geordie accent).

Until next time…

17 Going Under Lyrics
(Song by Sam Fender)

I remember the sickness was forever
I remember snuff videos
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered
The fist fights on the beach, the bizzies round us up
Do it all again next week
An embryonic love
The first time that it scarred
Embarrass yourself for someone
Crying like a child
And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in
Still bugs me now
That’s the thing, it lingers
And claws you when you’re down

I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
That’s the thing with anger
It begs to stick around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
And leave you spent with nowt to offer
Makes you hurt the ones who love you

You hurt them like they’re nothing
(Oh, oh)
You hurt them like they’re nothing
(Oh, oh)
You hurt them like they’re nothing
(Oh, oh)

See I spent my teens enraged
Spiralin’ in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
‘Cause I was always the fuckin’ joker
Buried in their humor
Amongst the white noise and boys’ boys
Locker-room talkin’ lads’ lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the kid’s a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad

God, the kid looks so sad
God, the kid looks so sad

She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
And how she wept and wept and wept
Well, luck came and died ’round here
I see my mother
The DWP see a number
She cries on the floor encumbered
I’m seventeen going under

I’m seventeen going under
(Oh, oh)
I’m seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I’m seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
I’m seventeen going under (oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh)

More Olivia Dean and Spain Comes To The Brits 2026

Maybe it’s because I’m yet again following the UK Music Charts (for the first time in many a year), but I thought last Saturday night’s Brit Awards, held for the first time in Manchester, was a vintage edition. There were many amazing performances and I recognised the names of just about everyone who was nominated for awards.

The Brits is a very polished affair nowadays, far removed from the mayhem and irreverent behaviour of days gone by, but you still get a few glimpses of it, especially from host Jack Whitehall. But I suppose the music industry is a very polished business nowadays too, with the winners usually alumni from The Brit School. This year was no exception with the big winner of the night being the lovely Olivia Dean. Her The Art Of Loving album has been either near, or at the top of the UK Album Chart since last October. If you like a story song or something quite raucous, this album is not for you, but it certainly seems to have hit the spot for much of the British public. Here is the song from her award winning album that she performed on the night.


This is what Olivia said about the album in an interview with Elle magazine:

I thought that I would like to write an album reflecting on my understanding of love, the last two years of my life, and everything that’s happened. It’s obviously a topic that a lot of people have written songs about, I’m very aware, but I don’t think that takes away from the importance of it.

So, Olivia won the award for Album Of The Year and lo and behold, she also won the award for Song Of The Year for her collaboration with Sam Fender (who himself won the award for best Alternative/Rock Act, for the second year running). I have been remiss in not updating my followers on what has been at the top of the UK Singles Chart for the last two weeks – well, it’s that very song, Rein Me In.


Four weeks ago I wrote about the Grammys and how both Olivia Dean and Lola Young won awards. Here at the Brits, things followed the same pattern as Lola Young also won an award, this time for Breakthrough Artist. Again, like at the Grammys, an artist singing in Spanish won a big award. This time it wasn’t Bad Bunny, but a genre-defying Spanish pop star called ROSALÍA who won the award for International Artist of the Year and delivered a spectacular performance of her song Berghain, for which she brought out the Heritage Orchestra and Björk, who was making her first appearance at The Brit Awards in ten years (at 1:35).


I don’t know about you but I thought that was the performance of the night, and there were plenty this year to choose from. I think we’ll hear a lot more from that particular lady. For the rest of this year’s winners just click on the Brit Awards link at the top of the page.

ROSALÍA and Bjork

I’m posting early this week as we’re heading off to Edinburgh tomorrow to meet up with my two ex-flatmates (they are mentioned around here often) and their husbands. Back in the day we were often a party of six, but back then the partners were different. It seems none of the boyfriends morphed into husbands which is probably a good thing. I don’t think any of them follow the charts, or are particularly interested in who won Brit awards this year, but who knows, they might humour me if I give them the lowdown. We did always watch TOTP however and they will remember that I was always the one who rushed home for The Tube on a Friday after work. A great start to the weekend!

Until next time…

Rein Me In Lyrics
(Song by Sam Fender)

I let go of everythin’ I ever had
‘Cause I couldn’t give the love you deserved
By The Gunner, you shouted, “Oh, my God”
It seemed churlish, but it’s what I was owed, I suppose

Every flagstone of this town bears our prints
And all the bars ’round here serve my ghosts and carcasses
I wish I knew these things when I was young
‘Cause now I’ve just gone so numb

We take whatever we can to get the reason back
So, please, don’t rein me in
Don’t rein me in
Please, don’t rein me in

I’m workin’ myself up to a nice, warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop, it’s just pain
Please, don’t rein me in

There’s nothin’ brave in walkin’ alone
Love in exile has nowhere to go, so come on home
Mm-mm, don’t run away from my tenderness
You’re so afraid of that heart inside of your chest

We were doin’ so well, but you were scared to be held
Took the easiest way out
I see the tears of a man too proud to reach for a hand
Oh, let my love keep you safe now

So, please don’t
Don’t rein me in
Please, don’t rein me in

Now I’m working myself up to a nice, warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop, it’s just pain
Please, don’t rein me in

And I’m, I’m stood here chewin’ everyone’s lugs off
Telling everybody how much I – it up
Telling everybody how much I – it up
Telling everybody but you, how much I – it up

Slow down (don’t rein me in)
Slow down (don’t rein me in)
Don’t

And I’m workin’ myself up to a nice, warm bliss
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus
If I stop, it’s just pain
Please, don’t rein me in

Now I’m workin’ myself up to a nice, warm bliss (workin’ myself)
All my memories of you ring like tinnitus (my memories of you)
If I stop, it’s just pain
Please, don’t rein me in