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My Morning Jacket bring some sweet southern fuzz to Somerset HouseSomerset House Series 2011 reviewFriday 22nd July 2011 Shaggy Kentuckians My Morning Jacket couldn't look more out of place in the stately courtyard of London's Somerset House tonight; frontman Jim James in particular is strikingly reminiscent of the Big Lebowski's Dude, even sporting a coat that looks a bit like a dressing gown. Yet the prospect of an outdoor performance from these soulful noiseniks tonight is still entirely tantalising, even if we're faced with a climate befitting the UK rather than US south.
Chit-chat is kept fairly minimal this evening as the band carve out a show of varying quality; the highs are positively astronomical, as with the euphoric bellow of 'Gideon', while things lose their edge in the middle somewhat with the slower tracks. The likes of 'Slow Slow Tune', 'The Way That He Sings' and later 'Smoking From Shooting' are nice enough in their blissed-out, southern-fried manner, but ultimately can't compete with the band's adrenalised pop peaks, making for a patchwork of the excellent and the distinctly average.
It's the end of the set that really impresses, however. First there's the electro blips and hums of the magnificent 'Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt 2', which morphs effortlessly into a deviant disco strutter that captures the quirky pop angle of My Morning Jacket at their very best. By this point darkness has seeped in, the courtyard bathed in deep blue light and ripe with atmosphere. Which makes the melancholy, blues-soaked beauty of 'Dondante' all the more stunning; the song is the perfect canvas for James' mix of rich drawl and lip-quivering falsetto as he nails his vocals with miraculous precision. Already a masterpiece on record, in the flesh the track transcends its own sonic majesty to become something else altogether, dragged out to exhaustive length but nonetheless utterly mesmerising. It even goes a bit Pink Floyd at one moment, as Broemel brings out a sax, silhouetted against the warm glow emanating from the stage. Low frequency rumblings fill our ears, reminding us just how interesting MMJ's sound can be when they really hit their stride. The encore can't quite live up to such a climax at first, but 'Holdin' Onto Black Metal' brings it back to boiling point, its funky orchestral vibe elevating it among the ranks of the band's best.
review by Nick Hagan photos by Nick Hagan 
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