Betty Clarke 

James Morrison

Wembley Arena, LondonJames Morrison's raw, soulful voice had gravitas, but the singer doesn't yet have true star power as he let special guest Nelly Furtado steal the show, writes Betty Clarke
  
  


He joined Take That's Circus at Wembley Stadium this summer, but for James Morrison a gig next door feels like a high-wire act. "I've been shitting myself about this show for a long time," he says.

Just a few years ago, Morrison was playing pubs and fending off banal requests. "Do Fields of Gold, Do Hotel California," the 25-year-old former busker reminices. Now a deluxe version of his second album, 2008's Songs for You, Truths for Me, is making a bid for the Christmas buck.

Amid an old school, horn-stamped workout of The Only Night, Morrison appears wearing a grandad vest and a schoolboy grin. "Yes, Wem-ber-ley!' he says. Raw and soulful, his voice adds gravitas to lightweight fare such as Please Don't Stop the Rain, while he oozes sensitivity on This Boy. "I don't want to be a preacher, but I think it's good to forgive people who deserve to be forgiven," he says magnanimously, dedicating Love Is Hard to his daughter.

While Morrison is an energetic and confident performer, a special guest shows what he lacks in star power. Dressed like Morrison's two backing singers in a black sequined dress, Nelly Furtado is soon dominating the duet Broken Strings. Morrison steps back, and takes a while to recover. A promise to "kick the show up the arse" falls flat with a medley of soul standards that is too fast, but You Give Me Something re-establishes his spotlight, and a stripped-back encore of Michael Jackson's Man in the Mirror is a crowd pleaser. Morrison's obvious delight during Wonderful World scuppers the mood of the song, but having realised a dream without too many wobbles, he has earned the right to enjoy it.

 

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