For anyone who hates Elbow and is hoping to read a blog post where I’ll describe Guy Garvey & co as pretentious, talentless twats, you might want to go elsewhere. You’re not going to want to hear that these guys put on the best show I’ve seen in ages which has left me listening to them obsessively ever since. Sorry.
I’ll admit, despite the fact that they have been in existence for nearly 20 years, Elbow have remained on the peripheries of my music collection, apart from their obvious commercial hits, but I unexpectedly found myself with a ticket for their big performance in Cardiff’s expansive CIA and wanted to find out what all the fuss was about.
First on though was Irish band Villagers, who caused quite a stir last year with the release of their debut album Becoming a Jackal. They put in a strong, dark performance, but as my gig buddy pointed out, seemed a little bit like they hadn’t managed to outgrow their state of being moody teenagers. This is particularly in reference to the mumbled comment to the crowd, explaining “This song is about losing your sense of self”…lighten up guys.
As for Elbow, they delivered a simply flawless performance – but without being too obviously staged and polished. After a pretty cool visual Harry Potter-esque backdrop of the band members in photo frames, fidgeting every now and again, the band appeared on stage and the time just sped by.

Elbow playing trumpets to track 'Starlings' from The Seldom Seen Kid album. Photo courtesy of Guus Krol
It was a fairly even mix between material from the recently released album Build A Rocket Boys and older songs, particularly from the career changing The Seldom Seen Kid record. The track Lippy Kids from the new album, the title comes from a line in the song, is the first that has been released. It’s hard to imagine how a song that is essentially about a group of chavs hanging about on a street corner could sound so heartbreakingly nostalgic…such is the awe of Mr Garvey’s voice, which was astonishing all night. All I can think to compare it to is a warm bowl of porridge with syrup; it has gravelly bits whilst being sweet, comforting, and it belongs to a bear.
Obvious highlights have to be the energy generated by the performance of Grounds for Divorce and the finale One Day Like This, but it was the little extras that made it really memorable. One of these applies most to a Mr Adrian Jones, who got a personal mention, a moment in the spotlight, and a song made up with his name in – all because he was officially the member of the audience who was officially furthest from the stage. I think that’d definitely make up for having crap tickets.
As I left with the crowds of people, climbing over piles of plastic beer bottles, I was happy in the knowledge that I had just witnessed a group of people at the peak of their profession that have so far avoided becoming nonchalant or big-headed about their success, like so many do. And they don’t wear sunglasses indoors, Bono.








