I’ve been lucky enough to see Richard Hawley twice in the past year – a transcendent performance at Brixton Academy last year and most recently at the mighty Somerset House, both times after which I was so blown away that I totally forgot to record anything for posterity on this shabby old blog.
Anyway, I woke up humming this in my head this morning and had to immediately go and remind myself what an incredible song it is – as is, indeed, the entire album and pretty much most of Hawley’s canon. But as good as it sounds on record, it’s not a patch on how extraordinary it is live, especially when the band start wigging out on the mid section and build it right through to the end. Spectacularly menacing (Hawley promises you’ll “come back feeling good” but that doesn’t mean you might not go on a rather sinister trip in between).
I’ve tried to find examples of such live majesty captured on t’net, but the closest I can find is his Mercury Prize performance last year, which while good isn’t a patch on the real thing (and the Jools Holland performance sounds particularly tame thanks to the ‘made-for-TV’ sound mix, alas). Best advice is go and see him yourself.