“I’ve broken the first rule of GigClub: Don’t Drink”. If, inwardly, Tom Hatred was feeling the effects of an evening on the sauce outwardly it didn’t show. Well not much. Moving through his set with charm and modesty, Tom conjures beauty with three simple tools: guitar, harmonica and, of course, his enviably deep, resonant voice. Moving through some new tracks in quick succession whilst he could “still remember the words”; showing us that we have much to look forward to from Mr Hatred over the coming months. Dead man down, exploring the pain of lost love, is reminiscent of Johnny Cash, particularly during the chorus. Whilst on Arrow in my heart Tom sings of the often visceral nature of falling in love (Cupid shot me/The bastard got me) and includes one of the finest uses of mid-track whistling heard in quite some time. Ending the set with Fell off my bike, for what was, allegedly, his first encore, Tom Hatred played a tight, well-paced set, evocative of the pain of love, the love of pain and anything else to induce idle musings over your nearest harmonica.
Oh and finally, I don’t want to get overly folksy or anything but when did it become okay to talk so openly in an audience at intimate gigs? Whilst I shun cross-legged holy reverence to music, loud conversations, especially in a venue this size, are just not on. Understood?
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