Singer / songwriter
Best: The Song , enthusiasm, stories
Worst: He did not play the Little Palace.
Elvis Costello storms into, well actually just storms onto the stage and blurts out the (Angels wanna wear my) Red Shoes 1977 In dark pink jacket, tight jeans and the usual hat he takes its natural place in front of the six established guitars.
Costello beats briskly from the bouncy versions of Opportunity as well as Veronica and send a greeting to Ron Sexsmith before he makes a soft, simple Everyday I write the book. It’s audience wooing of more pushy kind but done with so much clarity that it is impossible to blame Elvis Costello for taking the easy way out or emphasize the grain.
This tour, this show is presented as an evening where Costello on their own to play songs from his entire career spiced with tributes to his musical heroes. All this he does, but where I probably still expecting me a pleasant guided tour of the celebrated want something different. Filled sixty Elvis Costello would be able to treat themselves to wax nostalgic, but it’s like he rather meet us in the middle of the step.
He takes itself seamlessly from a puttrig interpretation of Nat King Cole Walking my baby back home, via a looped guitar in Watching the Detectives and on to the piano. There, he first gives us a rapturous Everybody’s crying mercy and then a skinless Ship Buildning.
Costello sings with an intensity and attack that impresses and concerns. He pry up the winding, dizzying låtbyggen from his many different guitars. Well, I would think that the word sometimes gets a little static, and that the songs are too convoluted for its own good.
But Elvis Costello is a master who knows never to paint himself into a corner. Full track as he has both its own expression and their increasingly detailed musical map. Few others have such a breadth of musical acts, yet with a consistent voice.
Costello twitches and knixar through songs, tells fine stories – I’d love to have even more of them – and in the end he hangs on the electric guitar and come oxygen into the old theater hall with newly written The Last of year of my youth. Last of all, Jimmie Standing in the Rain / Brother can you spare a dime as he did at Skavlan earlier this week. A final soulful roar out of the stalls and the standing ovation is well deserved.