I am Kloot @ Leadmill, Sheffield October 6 2010
As previously stated in another review in this very site, it’s hard to detach yourself from the sometimes impossibly high expectations of a band you love and the show you get.
Such is the case for I am Kloot, a band that took me into a long, arduous path of emotional gordian knots and slice of life lyrics with their second album, I am Kloot.
With the understanding that ‘Not a reasonable man’ would be a no-show, I still went with a mind as open as possible and take the lovely music of this Mancunian Power show. I also wanted to hear how the songs from instaclassic Sky at night (link) would fare. I loved that album as it touched into several areas I’ve been pondering about. You know, you get to that age. Old enough to know better, still too (looking) young enough to care.
Without a warning, I am Kloot’s set started with ‘Northern skies’, that lovable tune with the video about letting the past go (or so that’s why I understood). They played two new tracks (‘Lately’, ‘To the brink’) then started peppering some oldies.
Out of these oldies, the one I didn’t expect was ‘From your favourite sky’, one of those heartwrenching songs that emotionally drains you. This emotional drain became a complete heart stomping with the excellent performance of ‘I still do’, a song that simply puts goosebumps in your skin.
In the subject of songs connecting to your feelings, I gotta say that the pairing of ‘The moon is a blind eye’ and ‘The same deep water as me’ made my knees wobbly. Two very strong songs that have seeped into my heart. The trumpet solo for ‘The same deep water as me’ got a round of applause. It deserved so, it was flawless.
‘Radiation’ was another highlight of the night, as the audience seems to respond to it in a Pavlovian nature (I sure did). The reworded version of ‘Proof’ is still one of the most heartfelt songs I’ve heard in my stupidly insignificant life. Not that you need proof.
After a one song encore (‘Same shoes’), the band took a bow and left to get some deserved rest. Except for Jon Bramwell, who soldiered through and signed autographs to all fans that waited. He was pretty approachable (even to some overgushing fans, ah) and was a delight to chat to.
In a nutshell, they played ‘Sky at night’ in its entirety and without any major hitches, with a few cracking classics just for show.