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Undertone’s best songs of 2022 – part one
23
Dec

It’s time once more to run through Undertone’s 40 favourite songs of the year. As ever, it’s a list that’s been meticulously – almost obsessively – curated over the course of 2022, with each song’s position chosen by a combination of rigid methodology (in this case, dozens of randomised one-to-one comparisons with other songs) and subjective emotional pull; the top songs are invariably the ones that resonated with me for reasons music and lyrics alone can’t explain. The rules are the same as before: no covers or live performances and strictly one song per album, even if chosing the best song on certain albums can trigger a week of lost sleep. Unlike more professional lists from critics, this collection of songs reflects my personal consumption of music this last year and I have made no attempt to identify the best music globally released in 2022, since I simply don’t have the time or patience to digest the vast amount of new music there is to enjoy in any given year. Instead this list simply reflects the best music I’ve become aware of this past year. Most, but not all, songs in this list were released in 2022.

This post covers positions 40 to 21. Check back on the blog next Friday for my favourite 20 songs of 2022.

40.About Damn Time

from Special by Lizzo (pop, disco)

With its throbbing bass line and a second verse smooth enough to send TikTok into a frenzy, Lizzo’s most recent pop smash made a strong case for 2022’s song of the summer. She may have tipped her toe into the enticing waters of the new disco zeitgeist with unavoidable 2019 breakout hit Juice, but About Damn Time was Lizzo going all in. Virtually every box on the disco bingo card is checked – a Nile Rodgers rhythm guitar, a purring slap bass, a titular vocal hook so simple a two-year-old could sing it back after hearing it once. There’s plenty of fun beyond the box ticking too, namely in a silly but effective flute hook undoubtedly performed by Lizzo herself. About Damn Time is a song that will be lighting up dancefloors the world over for many years to come.

Also listen: 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready)

39.Carta

from Marchita by Silvana Estrada (folk, singer-songwriter)

Silvana Estrada’s beautiful Marchita is the sort of album that deserves to be sat down with on a quiet Sunday afternoon and given your full attention. The Mexican songstress’s earthy, strikingly delicate sophomore release is beautiful from start to finish, her pristine acoustic compositions sounding as delicate as finely-crafted origami. It’s an album not short on solemn, introspective moments (album closer La Enfermedad Del Siglo constitutes a quite breathtaking trombone solo), but lilting, uptempo number Carta is perhaps Estrada shining at her brightest. Her exceptional vocals as clear and refreshing as sunshine, Estrada performance is a joy to behold over a charming accompaniment of acoustic guitar and double bass, plus the occasional lyrical cello intermission. Endearingly understated, Carta may not demand your attention like the big rock tracks in this list, but within the quietness is a beauty few artists can conjure.

Also listen: La Enfermedad Del Siglo, Sabré Olvidar

38.Prosecco

by Rachel Maria Cox (pop)

It’s a shame Aussie alt-pop singer Rachel Maria Cox has yet to find her followup hit after this sure-footed disco-pop number that came out back in 2019. A big, big song helped by an uninhibited vocal performance, it’s difficult to fault Cox’s bold chorus hook, and the competing forces of cowbell, synth, bass and guitar in the verses are well managed. Topped by a phenomenally effective bridge, the hope is that Cox’s career will progress one day to decent-sized gigs where this dance track will surely find a receptive audience.

37.Hold U

from Any Shape You Take by Indigo De Souza (indie pop)

Listening to Indigo De Souza’s enjoyably gritty alt rock album Any Shape You Take late last year, there must have been a part of me that stopped listening by the time I reached Hold U at track eight. It was summer 2022 by the time I gave Hold U another chance to discover it was like nothing else on the album. De Souza’s vocals, previously ragged with intense emotion, were softened for one track only, allowing for an enticing indie pop track imbued with intricate guitar lines and the gentle hum of an electric organ. The song deserves its place on this list for the ingenious mid-chorus groove entry alone, but beyond that point momentum is never lost. “It’s gonna be alright,” she reminds us with refreshing chipperness, before unleashing a series of exquisite high notes in an expansive finale. It’s such an effective genre switch that it makes you wonder why De Souza chose to make a name for herself with jangly guitar chords and yelped vocals about death. With a song like Hold U, however, I won’t be complaining.

Also listen: Pretty Pictures, Die/Cry

36.Sidelines

by Phoebe Bridgers (indie pop)

After releasing one of the albums of 2020 with the mult-faceted masterwork Punisher, Phoebe Bridgers returned in style this year with Sidelines, which sees her as subtly brilliant as ever. A downcast melody meets a gently muffled drum machine halfway through, and the tasteful strings throughout complement Bridgers’ pristine vocals perfectly. It’s a song in no hurry to reach a firm conclusion, instead choosing to languish in melancholy and give Bridgers’ gorgeous lyrics room to breathe. There’s a depth of emotion here that Bridgers is a real specialist in tapping into. “Nothing makes me cry,” she tells us at one point, seemingly wishing she had more emotion. Many listening to a song as affecting as this may well feel the opposite.

Also listen: Bridgers’ most recent addition to a series of charming Christmas songs, So Much Wine

35.Rock Bottom

by Mathilda Homer (indie pop)

Rock Bottom is the best song of Londoner Mathilda Homer’s still-blossoming career so far. It’s in that memorable chorus where Homer’s smoky vocals are at their strongest, the melody stretching into her upper range and allowing for an outburst of emotion that propels the track forward. The gradual inclusion of a spacey lead guitar and shimmering synth add some pathos to this self-assured pop track, and by the final minute the feeling of catharsis is palpable. Surely even bigger hits await for Homer.

34.Law Hill

from Forest Floor by Fergus McCreadie (jazz)

Highland-born jazz pianist burst onto the scene this year with Forest Floor, a dazzling jazz trio debut that landed him a spot on the Mercury Prize shortlist. Infused with the immediacy of folk melodies but still providing plenty for seekers of wild, extended improvised solos, Forest Floor is an engaging listen and restless opener Law Hill is perhaps the most interesting track of the bunch. It features an outstanding performance from McCreadie, who launches into a blistering solo, somehow staying on top of the rapid, ever-shifting groove provided by David Bowden and Stephen Henderson on bass and drums. The track concludes spectacularly with a stuttering, Snarky-Puppy-esque riff that gives Henderson the freedom to whip up an enthralling storm of drums and cymbals. It’s an ambitious way to open your debut album, but this risk has marvelously paid off.

Also listen: The Unforrowed Field, Glade

33.After All

from God Save the Animals by Alex G (singer-songwriter, pop)

Now deeply experienced singer-songwriter Alex G came out with perhaps the album of his career in 2022 with God Save the Animals, and After All is a good introduction to his haunting blend of vocal manipulation and electronics with a more traditional band set up. An understated but expertly composed and produced track, Alex G shifts up a gear for a soaring chorus melody in which his squeaky, echoing vocals manage to highlight the strength of the melody rather than serve as a distraction. Like the album that follows, After All is a curious piece, but one that reveal more and more of its magic with every listen.

Also listen: Runner, Forgive

32.BASEMENT

from MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE… by easy life (pop)

After years of pumping out consistently catchy pop numbers and delivering memorable performances at festivals up and down the country, Leicester five-piece easy life now find themselves firmly in the position of one of Gen Z’s most beloved boy bands. Heavy funk party-starter BASEMENT was my pick from a strong batch of songs from the most recent album. Murray Matravers’ coolly under-sung vocals are a fitting match for a song with this much menace, and a wonderful choice of squirty synth for the chorus hook sounds like something pulled straight out of the Doctor Who theme. It’s songs like this that fuel my excitement to see them live next February: surely that bass line belting out of the bulky O2 City Hall speaker system will be electrifying.

Also listen: CALLING IN SICK, OTT, MORAL SUPPORT

31.Party Trick

from Marginalia by ella jane (pop)

ella jane realised her full potential with Marginalia, in particular with Party Trick, which shows her creative approach to modern pop at its finest. A retro-leaning synth chugs away like a idling motorbike in the chorus, providing some interesting texture underneath a hooky chorus. A bridge topped by a simple but effective drum fill seals the deal nicely. Pop songs that follow the same outline as Party Trick have undoubtedly been written before, but rarely are they delivered with this much creative flair.

Also listen: Time On, I Wanna

30.Cure For Me

from The Gods We Can Touch by AURORA (pop)

During a lovely evening with AURORA at Leeds’ O2 Academy in April, Cure For Me was the most successful performance of the night, and predictably so. No AURORA song distills her infectious sense of fun quite so clearly. A slightly silly three-note synth riff leads the charge for a rowdy chorus packed with plenty enough percussion to get any concert hall of fans bouncing along enthusiastically. The message – who you are is not something that needs to be fixed or ‘cured’ – is simple and effective, and the a big dramatic crescendo in the bridge somehow manages to intensify the joy even further.

Also listen: A Temporary High, Blood In The Wine

29.Las Panteras

from Let the Festivities Begin! by Los Bitchos (cumbia)

One-of-a-kind cumbia four-piece Los Bitchos delivered one of my favourite gigs of the year when they visited Newcastle in September with a set stuffed to bursting with irrestibly danceable grooves and exquisite guitar hooks that sounded more anthemic with every repeat. Las Panteras tore the roof off on the night and that energy is well-bottled in its studio cut, which features an exhilarating build after a tempo change half way through. It’s not overly complicated, nor – like all of Los Bitchos’ music – does it have any lyrics to muddy the picture. Las Panteras is simply a joy from start to finish. These days listening to it takes me right back to that wonderful night.

Also listen: The Link Is About to Die, Pista (Fresh Start)

28.KEEP IT UP

from WHO CARES? by Rex Orange County (pop)

Mentioning anything about Alex O’Connor is not as striaghtforward as it once was. In October it emerged that the immensely popular British songwriter, who had gained himself an image of the winsome, endearingly introverted indie lad, had been accused of six counts of sexual assault, provoking intense discussion about the state of his career and the familiar conundrum of whether the music of a disgraced star still deserves to be listened to. Seemingly much less talked-about was the dropping of all these charges just this week, and so fortunately appreciating his pop is no longer so controversial. It’s just as well because it had been such a promising year for the star with the release of his fourth album, which marked a huge improvement from the decidedly lackluster Pony. Lead single KEEP IT UP was his finest three minutes of the year, an endearingly understated little pop track with a gorgeous strings hook and cheery chorus about persisting through difficulty. The business-as-usual bumbling bass (a wonderful melody in itself) and chirpy upright piano make for an uncomfortable juxtaposition for the storms ahead for O’Connor in the second half of the year, but KEEP IT UP deserves to be heard above the media frenzy of the allegations, simply by being such a classy pop song.

Also listen: OPEN A WINDOW, AMAZING

27.Mistress America

from This Is Really Going To Hurt by Flyte (folk, pop)

Listening to Flyte’s Mistress America, it’s difficult to believe that the alternative folk band are actually from London. Everything about this song screams America, from Will Taylor’s pensive croon to the relaxed, country-leaning guitars and loose drumming. Lyrically, there’s even some smart, dark satire of present day America (“Mistress America / I’m gonna get a gun and learn the words to all your songs”) which finds a nice home over a wistful descending chord progression that seems to yearn for the semi-mythical ‘great’ America of long ago. The standout performer is Nick Hill on a prominent picked bass, who unleashes a genius bass line in the chorus that McCartney would surely be proud of. The American twang running throughout Mistress America may be artificial, but the poginancy of this track remains perfectly untainted.

Also hear: Losing You

26.Disco Living

from Discover Effortless Living by Bull (rock, pop)

I’ll try not to speak with too much bias when I say local York favourites Bull have a cracking song in Disco Living. Positioned at the end of a consistently great debut album, Disco Living has all the ragged triumph of a live set closer, complete with somewhat gratuitous key changes, multiple scratchy guitar solos and the most anthemic chorus (and verse, for that matter) they’ve ever written. They even throw in an extensive outro and yet another guitar solo for good measure, milking that good old fashioned four chord loop for all its worth. With a tune as glorious as this, who could blame them?

Also listen: Bedroom Floor, Eugene, Green

25.Kerosene

by Biig Piig (electronic)

2020 was an unfortunate time for incomporable Irish artist Biig Piig to come up with a dancefloor primed funk pop banger in Feels Right, but now she’s finally able to give the song the airing it deserves alongside a promising batch of new singles. Choppy and wildly inventive Kerosene is more adventurous than Feels Right but no less groovy. Jessica Smyth’s vocals are sliced and repitched to remarkable effect in a striking chorus, but the basics of a strong pulse and reverberating synth bass line are all there too. There’s a change in musical direction every eight bars or so, with every corner of the two and a half minutes packed with a new piece of production magic. No one in the pop world seems able to create like music quite like this: fresh, exciting and punchy. Kerosene‘s christening on Biig Piig’s UK tour next spring will no doubt be explosive.

Also listen: This Is What They Meant

24.mememe

by 100 gecs (hyperpop, punk)

The Gecs are back, and their music is as radical and raucous as ever. It’s been a few years now since they popularised the brand new genre of ‘hyperpop’; that is, pop taken to its logical extreme with intensely processed vocals, ramped up tempos and instruments turned up so loud their sound ends up mangled in distortion. mememe is arguably their most straightforward earworm to date: a short, looping hook and an even shorter chord loop, plus a chorus that dives headfirst into the wild world of uninhibited punk music. It’s an utterly lethal track, made more potent by its volatility. Nothing quite makes sense; the punk chorus (nostalgically led by a 8-bit synth as if from a retro video game) gives way suddenly to a relatively tame ska verse, and there’s even the appearance of a deceptively harmless baroque fugue take on the hook at one point. Of course, the genius of 100 gecs is that their ideas are so outlandish no one has dared to try them out in a song before. Instead, the duo stand out on their own on pop’s wild side, with mememe their most reliable mosh pit igniter.

Also listen: Torture Me, Runaway

23.Dead Inside Shuffle

from Quality Over Opinion by Louis Cole (funk)

This year also saw the return of immensely talented jazz and funk musician with a mammoth 20-song fourth album that struck a balance between crude funk silliness (Park Your Car on My Face was a genuine highlight) with more earnest personal confessions. Dead Inside Shuffle is a bit of both, with Cole’s general weariness of the world played off like a self-deprecating joke behind a sticky swing drum groove and a quite outrageously funky clavinet. This is Louis Cole at the peak of his powers, offering up not just an unforgettable groove but an impactful lyric sheet to match.

Also listen: I’m Tight, Failing in a Cool Way, Park Your Car on My Face

22.the dealer

from PAINLESS by Nilüfer Yanya (alt rock)

Whilst much of London indie upstart Nilüfer Yanya’s critically-acclaimed third album felt frustratingly restrained, piercing, no nonsense alt rock opener the dealer felt anything but. The jittery drum groove and Yanya’s ominously wispy vocals are both great, but it’s the sparingly used bass guitar that steals the limelight here, ripping into the first chorus with an spectacular melody that charges up and down the octaves. Every time it gets reintroduced feels monumental. the dealer‘s biggest strength is in how it ends up sounding so nasty desipte so little raw material to work with: Yanya, a guitar, bass and drums are all there is to it. Lead singles to blockbuster albums like this one hardly come more resourceful.

Also listen: stabilise, belong with you

21.ceilings

from Five Seconds Flat by Lizzy McAlpine (singer-songwriter, folk)

ceilings is a song that’s been waiting for Lizzy McAlpine to write it. Such is the assuredness of the warm acoustic guitar and lilting melodies, the track almost comes across as a cover of some famed country rock standard from decades ago. But no, this is all McAlpine’s, and it’s all brilliant. Her crystal clear vocals cut through to the soul thanks to a movingly romantic set of lyrics that include a soul-crushing plot twist right as the song reaches its emotional apex. Beyond that acoustic guitar, the instrumental backing is tastefully restrained, with a woody bass landing with aplomb in the second verse. With only two choruses, ceilings comes and goes in a flash but perhaps that’s intentional; the song ends up with an ethereal quality, as if soundtracking an intimate moment briefly frozen in time.

Also listen: all my ghosts, ceilings

Parcels live at O2 Ritz review – reaching for nightclub nirvana
28
Nov

Leaning heavily into the world of nightclub-ready dance music, a constantly evolving Parcels gave plenty of reason to dance the night away for an eager Manchester crowd. As a live act, they’re only getting better and better.

It was brisk autumnal night in November 2018, and I’d just been offered Haribos by the stranger sat next to me in Brudenell Social Club‘s newly established Community Room. Parcels were about to take to the stage backed by shimmering strips of glittery foil, and I was about to take in the spectacle of a proper live pop gig for the very first time. I found myself stood right at Noah Hill’s feet, enjoying the boom of his bass and watching in astonishment as the normal-seeming crowd around me began dancing as if they could hardly control their limbs, with no care as to how silly they looked. In fact, I felt like the silly one standing almost stationary for most of the night, at least until the wait for the band’s big hit, Tieduprightnow, was over. In truth, I had got my generous parents to give me a lift to and from Leeds mostly just so I could hear that one song.

Four formative years later, and I wish I’d paid closer attention to the musical genius that was in front of me. Parcels have only grown since then – O2 Ritz is certainly several leagues above BSC in size; little old Leeds has fallen off a tour itinerary packed with big name European destinations – and my love for the band has grown with them. Their easily digestible falsetto funk-pop has been a companion of mine ever since that first gig, and the release of an ambitious and (mostly) fantastic double album, Day/Night, last year only cemented my infatuation. Nowadays Parcels spend much of their time thrilling audiences with grand tours across Europe where they have a devoted following, particularly in their base of Berlin. A far cry from the fledgling five-piece I saw in Leeds, Parcels are now an incredibly tight-knit group (their second album was recorded with the whole band living together at a Parisian recording studio) and also kings of fashion, having secured a brand deal with Gucci in 2020.

The band’s use of stage lights was interesting throughout the night

Whilst not nearly as glamorous, my situation has changed dramatically too, and I now faced a much longer traverse of northern England to see the five popstars than before. I arrived in Manchester after a late departure – clothes still damp from an earlier downpour and jeans stained from the aftermath of a mismanaged Greggs steak bake – only to find I’d mixed up my Ritzes and Apollos, but an Uber nonetheless managed to transfer me to the correct venue ten minutes before the band took to the stage. My view was of course poor and the usual pint of Coke had to be forgone, but being there for the opening number was what mattered most.

Faces hidden in darkness, the five men took to the stage and gradually pieced together a groove amidst strobe lights, that all-important crowd pleasing kick drum only unleashed after a few minutes of teasing. Eventually Lightenup came into view (a suprising replacement for beguiling album opener LIGHT), and soon the groove settled into one of the band’s most straightforwardly catchy choruses. Sinister Gamesofluck followed seamlessly and was exictingly pumped up to club tempo, although some of the original’s menace was lost in the attempt to get the crowd frugging right from the beginning. It was an opening that would indicate how dynamic the evening’s performance would be; band members often started and ended songs in different locations (occasionally requiring carefully orchestrated intervention from stagehands to move the various keyboards) and Parcels played for long stretches of non-stop music, one song morphing into another with the skill of a talented DJ. Several tracks were redesigned (and some cases miraculously reinvented) for the modern dancefloor. Anatole Serret’s kick drum, settling on a largely unwavering 120 beats ber minute, boomed heavier than ever under every intricate guitar groove, accompanied by Noah Hill’s dexterous basslines which only became more compelling with each repetition (and there were many repetitions).

Lordhenry, the greatest weakness of the band’s latest release, got the biggest facelift from the band’s stylistic change in direction, with a lumpy middle section mostly scrapped, with emphasis instead on the nut tight opening disco groove. An inspired use of spotlights had the band’s shadows stuttering and shifting behind them in time to the music, the silhouettes so crisp I had to take a moment check whether the background wasn’t just a pre-recorded video.

A band grouped together at the front for an a cappella moment

The best songs, of course, required little tinkering and Parcels were wise in mostly leaving them alone. Shimmering Comingback, with its exciting build and one of Serret’s finest drum parts, was an early unchanged crowdpleaser. Tieduprightnow was also rightly let loose early on – these days the band has plenty of valid replacements for the song as set closer – and the essence of the breakout hit was well maintained. Effortlessly light and catchy, the song is still quintessential Parcels, with silky smooth group falsetto finding a perfect match in Hill’s wonderfully agile bassline. Witnessing the opening riff belted out by the sizable crowd around me with such passion was a joy; I’ve not crunched the numbers, but Tieduprightnow may be my most listened-to song of all time. It was a small shame that extraordinary disco hit Famous wasn’t quite so successful in the flesh, partly down to the lack of punchy strings that propel the original recording. That said, Parcels’ commitment to keeping the show 100% live and authentic was admirable.

If Parcels faltered at any point at the Ritz, it was during the quieter numbers. Perhaps I was stood too close to the bar, but sleepy folk-country outlier Once seemed to go largely ignored by the crowd. Jules Crommelin’s directionless, somewhat dreary melody didn’t offer much reason to listen, either, and by the end there was a feeling a precious slot in the setlist had been wasted. Nuanced Theworstthing also didn’t quite translate to the stage despite some lovely solo guitar work from Crommelin, and the song began to feel tired after a minute or two.

The night’s biggest successes tended to involve grooves good enough for the five of them to wallow in for many minutes at a time without any sign of tiring. A perfect example of this was a surprise rendition of Spiller and Sophie Ellis-Bextor’s underappreciated 2000 hit Groovejet, which triggered one of the biggest crowd responses of the night, with hands flailing in the air and lungs roaring out the wonderfully apt lyric “if this ain’t love, why does it feel so good?”. “We’ve played this song in four European cities,” Patrick Hetherington told us mid-song, “and usually no one really sings along”. Cue even louder singing. In truth it was probably all because Groovejet hit number 1 in the UK but not in mainland Europe, but it was nice to have the feeling we were providing something special for the band, at least until they moved onto their next dates in Glasgow and London.

It was one of the band’s earliest singles, however, the provided the most blissful disco groove of the night. Hideout, reworked for 2019’s breathtaking live cut Elude, came to Manchester transformed once more, faster, busier and even more viscerally thrilling to witness. Now dark figures amongst a sea of dazzling strobe lights, Parcels became the masterminds of what every disco act must yearn for – one riff and four chords that simply never get old. With such a strong blueprint, the details of song structure seemed irrelevant, but big build-ups and the euphoric drops at the end of them only cemented a state of dancefloor nirvana. For those few minutes nothing else seemed to matter, and as the intensity peaked with every musician clearly giving their heart and soul to the music, Parcels seemed untouchable. A remarkable percussion break followed, with Serret driving it all with one ludicrous drum fill after another. It capped a breathless ten minutes of five Aussies at the peak of their powers.

Somethinggreater followed and struggled in the shadow of such a great number, although it remains a strong singalong track, and bassist Hill provided a joyous cameo as lead vocalist. Free was a slightly odd choice of closer but is nonetheless a compelling song, its exuberant piano riff only getting punchier with the eventual addition of a backbeat from Serret. The band ended the night at the front of the stage, singing in the glorious dense harmonies that they’ve become known for. The set had been well paced, and opting out of a contrived encore was shrewd.

In truth, by the time Free started up I was far too tired from my earlier adventures to truly drink in the moment. A headache lingered, as did my niggling worries about the long drive home, which turned out to be a mental battle to stay awake. The gig – and the three hour journey to get there – may have taken a greater toll on me than usual, but it had been worth it, and I could still say with confidence that Parcels’ show had been objectively outstanding, and even better than that unforgettable night at the Brudenell four years ago. I can only hope when Parcels return in another four years time I’ll live a little closer to the venue.

Jacob Collier live at O2 Apollo review – in a league of his own
25
Jun

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.

Lizzy McAlpine: five seconds flat review – indie-folk star raises the stakes
15
Apr

She may be yet to firmly establish her own distinctive sound, but Lizzy McAlpine strikes gold on several occasions on this sophomore LP destined to be one of the more compelling and consistent breakup albums of the year.

There’s a remarkable moment about seven minutes into Lizzy McAlpine’s second album, five seconds flat. After two verses and choruses with building menace, a bridge sees McAlpine’s belted vocals almost entirely consumed by a pair of battling, distorted synth lines that switch violently from one ear to the other and back again. Supported by the throb of an electronic kick drum and a gunshot-like snare sound, the result is a gutsy minute or two of industrial-leaning electronic music before McAlpine takes back control by way of an acoustic guitar breakdown, bringing the various musical strands of the masterful erase me back together for the big denouement. This meshing of acoustic and electronic instrumentation – often considered risky or plainly wrong by much of the modern pop industry – is totally uncharted territory for McAlpine, an artist much more used to the comfortable, folk constraints of an acoustic guitar and perhaps the occasional upright piano. Take her excellent 2021 project, When The World Stopped Moving, which unpacked the global trauma of the pandemic with intimate, acoustic solo recordings, putting a spotlight on McAlpine’s outstanding vocal ability in the process. To hear just a few moments of her now delving into electronic pop with such spectacular results is hugely promising.

Elsewhere on the singer-songwriter’s sophomore effort there are plenty more surprises to enjoy. all my ghosts, for instance, finds itself wading deeper and deeper into indie rock territory as the song progresses, culminating in a spectacular final minute. The saccarine sentimentalism of McAlpine’s debut album still lingers (“You got a Slurpee for free / I caught you lookin’ at me in the 7-Eleven”), but this time its accompanied by musical fireworks by way of sparkling performance from McAlpine’s band. By contrast, an ego thing‘s quirky minimalism wouldn’t sound out of place on a Billie Eilish record, with Eilish’s uncomfortably close ASMR whispers traded for McAlpine’s bell-clear, Broadway-ready vocals.

Besides showcasing risks that McAlpine’s debut album so sorely lacked, five seconds flat excels as an album clearly thought out and smartly executed. Halloween themes are established by stark opener doomsday and crop up throughout the following 13 tracks. It’s a strong, excellently produced opener, although the obvious extended funeral metaphor for the breakup in question comes across as somewhat lazy. The driving metaphor of reckless driving is even more laboured and uninspired (“Would you hold me when we crash or would you let me go?”), but an exciting crescendo to finish before a abrupt finish (presumably the car crash in question) partly saves the song.

Spacey follow-up weird feels appropriately like an exploration of the afterlife, and the intimate vocals and distant percussion and guitars lend it the same vaguely comforting feeling of a Phoebe Bridgers song with slightly less poetic lyrics. ceilings is a much better display of McAlpine’s lyrical ability, describing an idyllic young love that turns out to be entirely imaginary by the time we reach a devastating final chorus. The country-tinged instrumentation – complete with a beautiful strings arrangement – is utterly gorgeous, and McAlpine’s delicately sung melody floats above it all like a butterfly. Compositionally, it may be the least ambitious moment on the whole album, but it also happens to be one of the most exquisite acoustic ballads McAlpine has ever written – and she’s written many.

Just when the album begins to get a little emotionally heavy, McAlpine hits us with firearm, a power pop left hook that attempts the success of similar recent attempts at noisy rock from both Eilish and Bridgers. five seconds flat‘s rock moment is not quite as explosive or expansive as Happier Than Ever or I Know The End, but it does still pack a punch, with McAlpine at one point asking whether a breakup was over “fame or the lack thereof”, having been convinced that she was loved. As McAlpine returns to her usual acoustic guitar moments later, there’s a sense that the pure anger just showcased hasn’t gone away completely but has rather been bottled back up inside her, ready to be unleashed again whenever she sees fit. I can only hope McAlpine lets her inner anger out more often on future releases.

nobody likes a secret and chemtrails are much less stylistically interesting, but the latter is a particularly heartbreaking elegy to McAlpine’s father. “I see chemtrails in the sky, but I don’t see the plane,” McAlpine sings poignantly, reflecting on the impact her father has made on her, even after his passing. Wistful home audio recordings close the track, and the goofy “goodnight!” from a young Lizzy feels like a more permanent goodbye. Fast-pased indie pop track orange show speedway ends the album nicely, suitably restrained in its cheeriness in the wake of chemtrails.

Looking back on the album in its entirety, McAlpine’s musical style is consitently interesting and varied, almost to a fault. We are yet to hear McAlpine’s definitive sound or hear much to distinguish her from the plethora of similar female American singer-songwriters. That said, this female American singer-songwriter is producing more impressive songs than most, and the sharp stylistic shifts and attention-grabbing production decisions that crop up throughout five seconds flat deserve plenty of praise. Her full potential hasn’t quite been realised yet, but judging by her current forward momentum it won’t be long until McAlpine is producing records even more exciting than this one.

Cory Wong live at Manchester Academy review – utterly tireless
1
Apr

On his first post-pandemic UK performance the prolific funk guitarist aptly delivered a vast amount of music with flair, showmanship and boundless enthusiasm. A strong entourage of improvisers helped compensate for weak songwriting on a night when objective critique became difficult.

Perhaps I haven’t learnt my lesson. Just like a few weeks ago, I found myself sitting in a Mancunian branch of McDonald’s with a familiar posse of friends, fuelling up before another gig for an artist I’ve never quite been convinced by. I didn’t realise it at the time, but I should have seen a potential repeat of my middling experience with Samm Henshaw coming from a mile off.

One thing that I was certain of was that Cory Wong would give us a proper show and a proper horns section (Matt did well to spot the saxophone on stage ahead of time). The rubber wristed guitarist doesn’t seem to do anything but perform, be it on one of his extensive UK and US tours or on his own high-budget YouTube talk show. He’s already got a staggering six live albums under his belt (plus a not-too-shabby 12 studio albums). To keep this man away from any sizable venue for longer than six months – let alone the nigh-on three year gap since his last visit to Manchester – is no mean feat. Such a massive output of songs makes it hard to keep on top of it all even from a listener’s perspective, and even the most eager Wong fans amongst my friends happily admitted that listening to every Wong album was a level of commitment they were not quite prepared for. Picking out songs to watch for was made doubly hard by the fact Wong is such a frequent collaborator – standout tracks Golden and Cosmic Sans required surprise appearances from Cody Fry and Tom Misch which, despite our crossed fingers, never quite came to fruition.

There was nonetheless a strong lineup in support of Wong in the uninspiring black box of Manchester Academy. Kevin Gastonguay, for instance, was a machine both on his Nord keyboard and Hammond B3, his improvisations often adding a pleasant touch of adventurous jazz fusion to the set. Petar Janjic was also a standout performer on drums, delivering thunderous solos occasionally followed by a triumphant flip of the sticks or a knowing smile to Wong. Then there was saxophonist and former BBC Young Jazz Musician of the Year Alexander Bone (Wong claimed he was a local to the crowd’s delight, but after a bit of research I’m not so sure), the best of a three-part horn section. His solos steered clear of showy high notes of rapid passages, instead offering tastefully controlled builds that melded well with Wong’s compositions.

Wong himself, model-like with his pearly whites and showbiz suit that nicely matched his signature stratocaster, of course provided an impeccable performance on guitar, refusing to stop moving on even his softer, calmer tracks. His solos tended to be the most expansive and often headed for scratchy classic rock finales before slick transitions back to rhythm guitar playing. Home and Meditation were some of the more spectacular slow burners, even if the material Wong was basing his solos on was rarely particularly compelling.

Therein lies the problem with Wong’s music: attempting to put the texture-building discipline of rhythm guitar front and centre is a challenge he has never quite lived up to. Too often his guitar hooks are colourless and repetitive (take Lilypad for example) and his funk-by-numbers grooves tend to have few defining features. Often it took a standout performance from the rest of the band for the show to reach its best moments. Frenzied Assassin, for instance, was an exciting listen impressively performed by Bone, but tellingly a tune which saw Wong’s guitar sit behind the more interesting horns section. St. Paul was another highlight that nicely showed off just how unbelievably tight the rhythm section was, with its razor sharp stops and showstopping drum fills. Gastonguay’s bluesy piano solo was also one of the best of the evening. On no song did it feel like the band had even a frissen of sloppiness – this was funk at its most crystal clean, and the level of sheer talent onstage was dazzling.

Screeching guitar solos often had Wong squirming

The gig’s biggest challenge was just how long it was. In typical Wong style, we were dealt well over two hours of funk, which got tiring even despite the interval. The show wasn’t completely without light and shade, but much of the runtime was spent with so-so funk numbers that had a tendency to merge into one. It was all easy listening, but such a long show demanded a little more variety. Perhaps a solo number from Wong might have been what the evening needed; that or a larger selection of sure-fire hits, which Wong seems to be lacking, at least without the support of a surprise guest vocalist. What was impressive was just how well Wong and his band maintained their high-energy displays of musicianship. Never did it feel like any single player was tiring throughout the night, and Wong bounced around like an excited toddler both at the very beginning and very end of the performance.

I found myself struggling as the show grew to its finish, but not just due to my reservations about Wong’s performance. I was feeling increasingly ill and in need of water, and my nausea fuelled panic which fuelled more nausea. Once Wong had finished a particularly lengthy-seeming song I shouted an explanation over the loud applause in my friend Manon’s ear and queasily made my way to the bar, hands beginning to tingle.

Sitting on the floor in the nicely chilled foyer with a pint of water beside me I felt some relief, although I was missing the entire climax of Wong’s set. It took fifteen minutes and a familiar song to get me back on my feet and to the back of the crowd. If there was a bass line that could cure any ailment it would be that of Dean Town, a Vulfpeck cult classic and the ultimate crowd-pleasing set closer. I was a little sad as I watched the tune come and go from a distance, the audience singing the through-composed bass line note by note as is Vulfpeck tradition. It should have been an ecstatic highlight. Instead I was glad it was time to head home.

The crowd was jubilant as Wong and his band performed Dean Town at the end of the set

My aim is to keep my overall criticisms on Undertone as objective as possible, and I’m trying my best to ignore my minor illness on the night when I say that Cory Wong’s show genuinely won’t go down as one of my all-time favourites. The musical ability was undeniable, but more compelling songwriting and a much more concise set were needed if I was to have any hope of ignoring the increasing unease in my stomach. I can see why the crowd around me (and my friends in particular) seemed to love every second of it, but for me this night was one that will live in the memory for mostly the wrong reasons.