Live Review: Desperate Journalist [Soup Kitchen, Manchester] October 6, 2017

By November 7, 2017 Live, Reviews

T-shirts emblazoned with ‘grow up’ adorn the walls of the basement of Manchester’s Soup Kitchen. The title of Desperate Journalist’s latest release has become a mantra of a band constantly looking forward and not wanting to become those individuals that ultimately cling to a youth that can not be reclaimed.

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In this downstairs bunker which looks like the cross between a sweat-stained arena of a Palahniuk book and the dystopian watering hole of a Kubrick film – it is still the raw, encapsulating enthral of youth that punctuates this ultimately mature and consummate performance. Even reaching tonight’s venue has been a challenge with motorway tailbacks, unswappable work shifts and delayed trains providing stumbling blocks for band members.

This potential for derailment does not deter Desperate Journalist as they bring an exhilarating intensity to the evening’s proceedings. Wrapped in microphone cables and stopping briefly to swig a can of Kronenbourg 1664, singer Jo Bevan produces a hypnotic performance with her distinct tones echoing around the room.

While often compared to The Cranberries’ Dolores O’Riordan and Joy Division’s Ian Curtis, her sound is one unique brilliance. It sways between the wild abandon demonstrated on Control, the beautiful vulnerability of Be Kind to the sneering scorn of Why Are You So Boring?.

One of the more impressive aspects of Desperate Journalist’s live shows is how effortlessly they are able to replicate the grandiose nature of their newer material in this modest setting. Guitarist Rob Hardy, armed with a 12-string Rickenbacker, spins a web of delicate riffs which create an emotional ambience exhibited perfectly in the lip-trembling, heart-tugging Lacking In Your Love.

Hardy’s enchanting guitar work is complemented perfectly by the vibrating bassline of Simon Drowner, and the understated drumwork of Caroline Helbert sets the scene for Bevan’s haunting vocals to soar. This is all against a backdrop of Hardy constantly fighting technical difficulties.

The guitarist becomes increasingly frustrated throughout the show as his amp continues to cut out at vital points. Towards the end of the set a visibly exasperated Hardy is seemingly calmed down by Bevan and agrees to continue. They treat the audience to an encore of Organ and Desperate Journalist bid their adieus.

From the Great British rush hour to inconvenient work hours to faulty input jacks attempting to spoil the party, Desperate Journalist provided yet another reason why they will be ones to look for in the years to come with a recital that resonated against the odds. It is a performance that manages to mix the wistfulness of youth and the maturity of adulthood that we are all supposed to be aspiring for.

Should we all grow up?