Lucy Rose- Brudenell Social Club

Lucy Rose is a petite, gentle, sedating powerhouse. The 23-year-old has lent her vocals to the extremely talented Bombay Bicycle Club, and is now an artist in her own right. I’m pretty sure Rose is pitch perfect: the gig was technically flawless. Her four piece band created a multi layered cacophony of almost symphonic sounds. Rose isn’t as I expected, I anticipated a floral clad lady- we received a beautiful, quaint talent in Adidas sneakers and a band tee shirt (apparently bought off a band playing nearby minutes before).

Lucy arrived on stage rather modestly, and took her seat on nothing other than a bar stool on an upturned crate. No small talk was made; the band threw themselves straight into ‘First’, one of the most subtle, subdued tunes on her debut album ‘Like I Used To’. Rose introduces her voice as a tranquil stronghold, her voice is a paradox, it is so easy to listen to but completely mind blowing at the same time. ‘Red face’ followed, just as tentative as the following, ‘Watch Over’, repetitious in a lullaby sort of way.

The songs are often surprising. They’ll start mellow and build to a delightful opus of percussion and genius simplicity. ‘All I’ve got’ demonstrates total voice control and a lady absolutely spot on in how her voice can create calamity in a whole audience. Rose was thoroughly engaging with her crowd. There was a tiny bit of heckling (the good kind) and Lucy just casually held mini conversations with the enthusiastic souls in question. She asked us whether we could hear the roof shaking, which is the typical Brudenell atmosphere. The whole room seems to agree when acts are particularly good.

Edging toward the middle of the set, Lucy started with the more well- known tunes of the album. ‘Shiver’, again, producing feather light harmonies reminiscent of The Civil Wars leading lady Joy Williams. Both share the rare voice quality- where pitch and tune take on a whole new meaning- and form this new and confusing sound where gentility is created in notes that would usually be loud and punchy. An album favourite followed, ‘Night Bus’, a compelling narrative delivered in a more folky way than the rest of the album. ‘Place’ involves the band as the leaders. Of course Rose carries the whole track with her stunning lyrical talent, but the electric guitar and harmonies of the band elevate the song to an innovative dwelling.

A couple of songs later the band actually sat down to ensure focus on Lucy for the upcoming B-side track ‘The Fire’. On her own, Rose still manages to fill the room with her voice. It is completely inescapable and raw. The band return for the last songs, the most well received ones: ‘Middle of the Bed’, with a back track that isn’t unlike the best of Coldplay; ‘Bikes’, the most uplifting track of the set, with the most lovely lyrics ‘the colours they merge, they scream and shout’. Lucy’s music obviously is hitting hard, as she declared a tea company had driven all the way from Portsmouth to deliver her favourite blend; which solved her ‘teamare’, as she so aptly called it.

Lucy Rose only did one encore song, after hilariously coming out when the applause had started to die down-which she admitted she always seemed to do. She finished with ‘Don’t You Worry’, embodying the sombre feeling the entire gig had eminated. I don’t think this girl has any idea how big she is going to be.

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Words – Bryony Rae Taylor

Images – Lara Armaghan



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