MEEK

Live Nation Presents  MEEK  Plus Special Guest Tom A. Smith   In early autumn 2025, MEEK gave a digital stream of her anthemic signature tune, Fabulous, to a friend. He was DJing that evening in the packed, neon-hued Chinatown gay joint, Ku-Bar, London’s favoured home of emerging pop smashes. Meek is the deeply, blissfully, gloriously ironic and real surname of singer/songwriter/unapologetically outlandish pop vamp, Georgia Meek. For her forthcoming debut album, MEEK allowed herself one unwritten maxim to apply to all tunes. “These are songs that say I’m going to make my own space. I’m here, I’m fucking weird, I don’t care, deal with it.” Let’s let her take up the tale. The experience at Ku-Bar was expedient and immediately readable. “I jumped up on the bar and started lip-syncing along,” she says. “I did half of the first intro and then everyone – literally everyone in the bar - was screaming, ‘I’m so fucking fabulous.’” Fabulous is one of those tunes that lodges in the brain not just on first listen, but during the first four bars. Propulsive, energised pop majesty. “The whole place went fucking nuts, it was so fun.” In terms of road-testing your material, there can be no more stringent acid test than trying it out, loud in a neighbourhood gay disco, while high-kicking on the bar. “I knew the song was instant,” she adds. “I just didn’t know how instant.” How did MEEK get here? Like everyone that wants to shout to be heard, Meek comes from a mixture of an ordinariness she ha