Ghostpoet: The Live Review!
Obaro 'Ghostpoet' Ejimiwe has had an incredible year. The intelligent, observational woozy-voiced MC has shot to stardom with multiple summer festival appearances, a Mercury Music Prize nomination for his superb debut album, 'Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam', and now sold out headline shows, like last Thursday night at Scala...
Ghostpoet’s vocal is incomparable. He is unique in his ability to communicate angst and anxiety through his lyrics, whilst at the same time managing to sound somewhat relaxed, lethargic and, of course, super cool. The result is a set of almost dream-like reflections on society, youth and Ejimiwe’s own thoughts and insecurities. He saunters onstage wearing a full-on fisherman’s jacket, hat and his trademark thick black specs, but sheds the coat after acknowledging that the rammed-to-capacity venue is a little too warm, before launching into 'Gaaasp'.
He adopts an almost trance-like stage presence for the duration of the set – leaning right into the mic with his eyes closed, head and body winding in time with his languid flow. But between tracks he is witty, engaging and humble, repeatedly thanking the audience for their support and getting them to shout out what part of London they hail from – the North are unsurprisingly best represented tonight.
Ghostpoet backs up his impeccable flow with superb production values and infectious beats, courtesy of his strong live band, and whilst half the crowd tonight came to muse over his clever lyrics, the other half came to dance. Ghostpoet pre-empts this, building up the beats on ‘Survive It’ until the track reaches a banging dance climax and the audience becomes a writhing messy of sweaty, happy bodies. The popular final track, 'Cash and Carry Me Home', gets the biggest cheers of the night and, as he vacates the stage, the love in the air is palpable. The boy done good.
Words: Laura Vevers (@LauraV88)
Online editing: Joseph 'JP' Patterson (@Jpizzledizzle)