Friday 25 March 2016

Emmy the Bloody Fantastic


Emmy The Great – live @ The O2 Institute, Birmingham, 19/03/16

It’s taken me the best part of a week to put finger to key and write this review. You see, I went to see Emmy the Great as a punter and a (new) fan, rather than with the express intention of writing about it. I’ve always been of the opinion that it’s better to write because you have something to say, because you feel compelled to, rather than simply for the sake of it (I believe the same applies to making music), so did I need to write a review of a gig I enjoyed just because I have a music blog?

Here we are, almost a week later, and I’m still thinking about the show and how Emmy played to a fairly small audience (I’d guess between 80 and 100 people, tops) in a relatively tiny room at the very top of the venue while another band I’d never heard of were playing a sell-out gig in the main room downstairs to what looked like thousands of teenage girls, and how those 80 to 100 people watching Emmy the Great remained fixed to the spot for the duration of her performance, hanging on to every word, every note, and how that same audience was also a little reserved but in a quietly reverent and politely starstruck kinda way – and NOW I feel the need to write about it.

As seems to be the case with many of the artists I’m enjoying at the moment, I was a little late to the Emmy the Great party. I’d always been aware of her name, but her music had never really been on my radar (no particular reason, but better late than never, right?). Then, having read a few glowing reviews of latest album ‘Second Love’, I decided to explore some of her work via YouTube and immediately realised what I’d missed out on. Said album was duly purchased and subjected to repeated listens until I found myself singing the lyrics to songs such as ‘Hyperlink’ and ‘Phoenixes’ in my head at random points in the day.

Anyway, on to the gig. Emmy was fantastic, of course, as were her band: all four people on stage completely in sync with each other. She writes hypnotic, mesmerising songs which feel like layers are being peeled away as they progress, revealing greater depth and detail to the listener. Much of tonight’s set (quite understandably) draws from ‘Second Love’, although even a newcomer like me (who’s done his research, natch) recognises older songs such as ‘Dinosaur Sex’ and ‘Paper Forest’ (the latter closing the encore).

Her between-song banter is delightfully surreal, ranging from anecdotes about Lord Elgin (Google him), how weird it is that River Phoenix never owned an iPhone (before ‘Phoenixes’, of course, and just after she moves a pot plant decorating the stage to cover up the glowing Apple logo on a laptop) and inviting the audience to join her on a mission to ‘repopulate’ Mars – she later asks: “You’re all still thinking about repopulating Mars, right?” and when questioned on why she said ‘repopulate’ instead of ‘populate’, replies cryptically: “I guess I know something you don’t.”  

As part of her encore, she invites singer Grace Petrie (also there as a punter) onstage to perform one of her own protest songs (the brilliant, Billy Bragg-esque ‘Farewell to Welfare’) while Emmy perches on the crowd barrier and watches: the ‘no crowd surfing’ signs on the walls may not have been necessary on this occasion, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t an air of unpredictability about tonight’s proceedings.

It certainly won’t be the biggest audience she’ll play to on this tour, but as we all know, the best gigs are often also the most intimate. The kids downstairs in the main room who queued round the block for hours can keep their sell-out show because I know where I’d rather have been.

Next stop, Mars.