FUTURESOUND’S inaugural Live At York Museum Gardens festival got off to a stellar start on Thursday. Headliner Jack Savoretti gave a typically charismatic, energetic performance that had the sell-out crowd in the palm of his Anglo-Italian hand.
The setting framed the evening to a tee, the musicians played in front of the Yorkshire Museum, with St Mary’s Abbey off to the side. No-one was looking at the ruins, however, and Savoretti had everyone’s attention.
He has gained a large and passionate following, with back-to-back number one albums. The women in the audience especially adore him, and it’s easy to see why. Blessed with good looks and the ability to write songs with broad appeal, he’s also a natural showman.
“Singing for strangers” may be his daughter’s way of describing her dad’s job, but he has the master’s gift of shrinking an arena so everyone in the audience feels he’s singing to them.
The evening had begun slowly with opener Ellur, from Halifax, starting proceedings early, followed by Benjamin Francis Leftwich. Originally from York (and conceived in a haunted house nearby, he told us, perhaps with a wink) Leftwich is not an obvious party starter. Yet he provided an ideal accompaniment to match the early evening vibe.
Playing with Jamie Squire (touring keyboard player for The 1975), Leftwich’s confident set was mellifluous and tuneful – with New York the highlight. Paul Simon he isn’t, but his hotel-room confessions were played with endearing conviction and the old York links went over well.
Foy Vance by comparison was a disappointment. On record, this Irish lothario’s songs, in Tom Waits/Joe Henry territory and bubble wrapped in Muscle Shoals high-quality packaging, are highly listenable.
Performing solo, however, he demonstrated that with a large crowd, a big voice is not enough to guarantee a successful performance. The audience chatter continued uninterrupted. The queue for beer and wine lengthened. Further back, someone did the crossword. Vance still got a big hand – but this was not his night.
The crowd (some having travelled from Swansea and beyond) wanted something, anything, to get them moving. An outdoor concert, after all, is as much an occasion as a gig, and it needs something special.
As the cloudy light slowly dimmed, the real star turn emerged. Savoretti’s performance was day to night compared to what came before.
His songs are naturally big, more romantic than the Milk Tray Man, and crowd pleasing. We Are Bound was typical while The Way You Said Goodbye is everything Savoretti does best.
Well accustomed to playing concerts on this scale, the set list was a masterclass; mixing audience favourites with new material off this year’s Miss Italia album, even getting the crowd to sing in Italian at one point. The stories may not be new, but Savoretti told them like he meant it.
The 16-song set steadily built up to a wonderful finale. Tie Me Down was unrestrainable and Dancing Through The Rain superb. Then to close, and underline his star credentials, You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me. Made famous by Dusty Springfield, then Elvis Presley, the song began life as the Italian Lo Che Non Vivo (Senza Te).
Savoretti channelled all three to set the seal on a wonderful performance. Bringing his son on stage for the ovation melted even the coldest of hearts still intact. Un tocco perfetto, maestro.
Review by Paul Rhodes
