One time Folky Americana troubadour now fully fledged mainstream brassy soulster complete with chantalong choruses and in your face songs. Nothing subtle about this band. Shaun in fact said they were simply a pub band (not that is necessarily a bad thing of course). What they have is Nathaniel's fantastic voice. Hugely popular which explains the large Apollo sell out consisting mainly of the I Gen demograph that would probably think Sam and Dave are an ice cream producer instead of an influence on their favourite artist of the week.
Nevertheless, I quite like the band's music so into the cold wet Friday Manc air we ventured. Caught the last half of Ed Harcourt's support set which I enjoyed up until the bizarre encore.
Nat and his band the Night Sweats hit the stage and blew straight into much of their stronger songs leaving the middle part of the gig a tad baron. A solo acoustic trio of songs lowered the tempo even further and not even a Leonard Cohen cover couldn't lift it for me. It was round about this time that his in between song clichés of love and brotherhood got a little tedious. Shaun was ready for the off but I asked him to stay for the finale of "Son of a bitch" which would be rousing at least. It was, massive crowd sing a long and a stirring end to a mixed set.
Here's Son of a Bitch from A Jools Show , probably his best known song that captures what he's about best