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These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. A talent not wasted, seek your karaoke elsewhere.Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. It’s not for everyone, but Moyet isn’t everyone. Is hard not to move to Love Resurrection, while an intriguing encore of Whispering Your Name, a rearranged All Cried Out and a slow version of Is This Love were met with nothing short of adoration for the crowd. Is it a case of shut up and play the hits? Not at all.
That’s the thing about Moyet, she really doesn’t give a shit it’s the kind of integrity you can’t help but respect. She’s completely into the set, enjoying herself, unlikely worried if you are or not. It’s fresh, minimalist, yet retro–all accompanied by Moyet’s drunk mum dancing, making her all the more endearing. Those looking for familiarity may turn on the record player. The synthpop of Yazoo’s Don’t Go is all off, but again, it’s designed to be. It’s with the classics where things get interesting, though. It’s as far away from 80s glam as you could attempt, but the alien-like blue and purple lighting electrify a version that’s a lot slower, darker, and more sinister. The likes of the dreamy Filigree and Right As Rain go down a treat, welcomed like old favourites, prompting a guy to dance down the aisle with enthusiasm you couldn’t find at a cheese ball ‘Ladies Night’ designed to give one-hit-wonders a job.Ī uniformed version of Only You is welcomed, Moyet standing in solid black shirt and trousers, two keyboardists on either side. The synth pop electro is a bit strange to get accustomed to, but never once feels like yer-Ma-trying-to-be-hip. The self-confessed ‘queen of doom’s’ set is mostly composed of material from her latest album, ‘The Minutes’, and she assures everyone that this will be “no love letters”. So, does it work? It can be a risqué move, especially trading on a fan base that possibly are long past caring about the modern stuff. But they’re certainly buying them, with the Olympia booked solid for the night. She strives to continue to be an artist, to develop, to grow, to give people who go to her gigs a new experience, whether that’s what they’re buying their ticket for or not. The kind that shamelessly belt out the hits, only asking for a bit of light-hearted bopping and singing along in return. Moyet has, shall we say–upset–some fans for refusing to be an 80s nostalgia act. The only thing we were gearing up to expect was the unexpected. But no, you’re not getting off that easily. Moyet would be forgiven for passing off her former glories as karaoke worth paying for in present day Olympia. It was such a day, that you could live it and be pretty satisfied if life were to just end then and there.
Alison Moyet at the Olympia on October 2 2013Īlison Moyet has certainly had her day, but what a day it was.