Charming, effervescent and incomparably brilliant at every instrument he can get his hands on, Jacob Collier’s performance was a treat to witness in the beautiful surroundings of the Apollo, even if his catalogue of genuinely great original songs remains frustratingly slim.
Pacing through Ardwick Green at high speed on a mild June evening, my phone hardly stopped buzzing. I had not seen any of the three friends I had planned to meet during my long and somewhat stressful journey into Manchester (a certain Mr. Ed Sheeran turned out to be responsible for packing out every car park within a 10 mile radius of the Etihad), but we were minutes from meeting at Apollo, having each travelled from various cities in the north of England. It was a relief to spot frequent gig buddy Emma in the fast-flowing queue and even more of a relief to survive the scrum at the bar and take our place inside the magnificent theatre (still the best venue I’ve set foot in, although my experiences of last time I visited may have coloured my opinion.) The pair of us worked hard to convince one another that our spot towards the back wasn’t a bad one (the Apollo’s sloped floor worked wonders), although friends Fionn and Matt were rightly smug with VIP tickets and a front row spot.
Regardless of our location, we could all feel the excitement in the air. Manchester was stop 47 for British jazz superstar Jacob Collier on a mammoth world tour, calling at everywhere from Bogota to Bangkok, Stockholm to Seoul. Tickets were sold a year in advance, and Collier is yet to get around to arranging an end date for his vast calendar of upcoming shows. For those familiar with his music, the massive scale of the Collier tour should come as no surprise. Since getting his break on Youtube as a teenager posting intricate, harmonically advanced a capella covers of jazz standards, Collier has become known for his musical maximalism, trying a hand at every genre and every instrument under the sun and yet never coming close to sounding out of his depth. Often it seems like Collier just doesn’t know where to stop; a 2019 cover of Moon River (a remarkable career highlight) involved roughly 5,000 different takes of Collier’s voice.
It’s Collier’s unparalleled command of musical harmony, however, that has created an enthusiastic fan base full of fellow musicians evangelising over his boundary-pushing use of microtonal voice leading or application of brainy theoretical concepts such as negative harmony. Emma and I stood agog as the man himself burst onto stage – inexplicably full of energy after performing the same show over and over for several months – before exploding into opener With The Love In My Heart, a headlong dive into Collier’s idiosyncratic world of sonic surprises and unstoppable creativity. As with much of Collier’s music, it threatened to become overwhelming – dancing in polymetre is hard – but Collier’s infectious vivacity and restless stage presence just about held the hot mess of a song together. At one point Collier acquired a tambourine and rushed to the front of the stage, freed by his Broadway-style headset microphone, his hands a blur of tiny cymbals and his ever present beaming smile perhaps even more dazzling.
Thankfully, Collier’s urge to pack evidence of his musical knowledge and ability into every last song is sometimes contained in subtleties. Feel was a sublime, quiet RnB moment, performed with a sort of precise sloppiness, with every rumble of the bass played ever so slightly late to owe the song a remarkably deep, instrinsic sense of groove. On the night Emily Elbert was a great selection as lead vocalist, delving into the gentle vibrato with breathtaking poise. Refreshingly straightforward folk song The Sun Is In Your Eyes was another clear highlight of the night, with Collier restricting himself to a single acoustic guitar. The result, with its intricate instrumental flutters and equally delightful melody and lyrics, was simply beautiful.
The quieter moments helped big, dense numbers like Saviour and In My Bones feel more manageable in their smaller chunks. Saviour in particular was enormous fun, with Collier flexing his piano and keyboard muscles over a meaty jazz fusion groove. A staggering, if a little long-winded, drum battle between Collier and Christian Euman ensued, with Collier eventually calling it a day and lobbing a drumstick at the gong hung high above his head at the back of the stage. He hit it squarely and perfectly in time with the end of the song; of course he did, he’s Jacob Collier.
Evocative folk tune Hideaway, an early hit for Collier and still his strongest melody by far, was unleashed early in the set. A sprawling, squiggly synth solo thrown into the middle was a discombobulating thrill, and the final payoff into a reassuringly familiar verse was immense. Hideaway‘s magnificence and charm unfortunately highlighted the lack of similar compositional magic in the rest of Collier’s discography. The special ingredient of the best musical compositions isn’t dense harmonic knowledge or technical proficiency; there’s beauty in honest simplicity too, and so far Collier has only fully realised this once.
With the concert drawing to a close, Collier took it upon himself to introduce his band between songs. This was of course fair enough, but patience began to wear thin when a heartfelt cascade of compliments for each of his five members was followed by yet more heartfelt compliments for the members of Collier’s extensive touring crew, each of whom were invariably “the best blank on the face of the planet”. The applause for each and every hard-working member of the team (the Spanish assistant manager, the Italian lighting engineer) grew weaker, and at one point a man behind us blurted out “get on with it!”. It was rude, but we could see where he was coming from.
Eventually, and with all momentum lost, somewhat incoherent pop track Sleeping On My Dreams got things back underway to start the big finale. Collier’s form returned for the encore, which finished with a remarkable moment of crowd participation. Emma and I found ourselves performers of a stirring three-part choral piece, with each part moving note by note according to Collier’s onstage gesturing. The musically literate crowd certainly helped Collier pull it off, but the stirring sound of the 4,000-strong crowd nonetheless made for perhaps Collier’s most accomplished performance of the whole night. There was something genuinely moving about the way the three melodies rose and fell in turn, the audience suddenly becoming the act, Collier our genius puppet master. A proud final applause was for ourselves as much as it was for the man on stage.
There was a hectic few minutes in the aftermath of the concert as Emma and I found our way to Fionn and Matt, stumbling across several music friends and friends-of-friends along the way. Collier’s visit to Manchester had given rise to a great gathering of the north’s young jazz musicians, and I was amongst several large groups of young people strolling back to Picadilly, frantically discussing the highlights of the show. This wasn’t just a gig but a social event to be cherished, and it’s hard to think of a musician – even within the UK’s thriving jazz scene – that can excite such a large pool of young jazz fans the same way Jacob Collier does. As Collier may say himself (although he’d be too humble to admit it), there’s no musician on the face of the planet quite like him.
