BACK to her electro-pop roots, dance moves and all, Alison Moyet was ideal Saturday night open-air concert fare for a Glasgow crowd, many of whom had evidently enjoyed an afternoon’s drinking in the sun in the build-up.
KELVINGROVE BANDSTAND, GLASGOW
Star rating: * * * *
You had to feel for the poor steward whose job it was to persistently guide stray punters back to their seats – often to a chorus of rebellious boos from the crowd – whenever they took to dancing in the aisles. By the time the former Yazoo frontwoman got to the vintage hits, pulling just about the entire amphitheatre to their feet in muscle memory of 1980s disco days gone by, the guy might as well have just given up and gone home.
Mixing her trademark brassy, soulful vocals and natural synth-pop sensibilities with some contemporary electronic influences, Moyet’s latest album The Minutes is her first top-five since 1987. It translated to a classy and entertaining live spectacle. Flanked by two male backing musicians on synths and guitars, she looked still every bit the star at 53 years old, standing tall on a riser dressed all in black with big heels. The sweeping Filigree, and the dramatic, dubstep-inflected All Signs of Life, were highlights among the new material.
It took Love Resurrection to properly kick the mood into high gear, as one steward somewhere in Kelvingrove quite possibly handed in his notice. The ballad Whispering Your Name showcased what a fine, tremulous instrument Moyet’s voice remains, before “something from 1982,” as Moyet introduced Don’t Go, ended the night on a stone cold synth-pop classic.
Seen on 09.08.14