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The dust is settling in Manchester after a storming performance from Goldfrapp at The Albert Hall, showcasing their new album Tales of Us.
Due for release in September, the new songs whisper and tiptoe deceptively before soaring on epic choruses, leaving the audience stunned. There’s the wistful romance of old black and white French films and noirish nostalgia, magical and sinister as Goldfrapp leave behind their abstractions for character sketches and love letters. The lyrical veil is never quite lifted, and that’s fine because Goldfrapp are at their best when they’re being mysterious.. The sunny warmth of Clowns, from the Seventh Tree album, seems to shine through most of the songs, balancing the shadows, but an aching sense of loss makes the spine shiver, as Alison appears to ponder her past with quiet ambiguity.
The grand old chapel was the perfect setting for the album reveal, and the effect of the sun setting behind the stained glass windows was bewitching as the orchestra flowed and the choir soared to to a climax which took everyone by surprise. Old trouper Caravan Girl was transformed into a towering gospel anthem.
The last time I heard an album so rich with emotion was k d lang’s Ingenue, the glowing end of the perfect post-coital cigarette. And just on the evidence of Drew, which you can watch above, Tales of Us seems destined to be a classic.
Listen to one of the stand out songs, Stranger here
The spellbinding sound of Goldfrapp playing to their strengths is driving fandom wild. Teaser track Drew was released as a beautiful video on Monday, and Manchester is holding it’s breath for the album reveal, live at The Albert hall, Manchester. This particular Albert Hall is an ancient chapel, which suits the nourish, classical feel to Goldfrapp’s songwriting: haunting tunes and echoes of movie soundtracks. Accompanied by a choir and a 20-piece string orchestra, courtesy of The Royal Northern College of Music, this looks like being a night to remember in Manchester’s most haunted building.
It’s been a while since I made a film, and this is two minutes of sun, song and sausages. The allotment is the most wonderful place to chill, although I got sunburn (in Manchester?) and lightly grilled my face while cooking al fresco. And if I say folk music, sunsets, cats and characters, all surrounded by wild flowers then you’ll know the evening ticked all my hippy boxes. Viva la vodka! Featuring Gordon Whitelock on acoustic guitar. Bliss.