[dropcaps style=”circle”]D[/dropcaps] is more than back. His whirlwind tour around Europe these last couple of weeks has created something of a musical black hole, swallowing up the last 11 years of soul and R&B music and making it all seem insignificant. Everything about his performance in Brixton, from the crowds expectations and reactions to D’Angelo’s voice and spirit, created an assured atmosphere, this is the second coming.
Anybody reading this article will know and have felt the hype surrounding D’Angelo’s return. The last decade has seen fans hooked on the slightest news story or rumour regarding his music and personal life. It’s been unfortunate for himself and his fans that most of the column inches associated with his name have been a little controversial. Check our D’Angelo European tour blog post for an overview of just what he’s been doing over the past 10 years.
Those arriving at Brixton Academy might have seen the YouTube videos surfacing this past week of D’Angelo’s concerts around Europe, but a few shaky fan videos gave little insight as to what to really expect. There were two standout questions running through the minds of those waiting eagerly to get into the venue;
What the hell is D’Angelo going to look like?
Is his voice gonna be the same?
At just past 9.20pm, those questions were answered. Though, the latter before the former as D’Angelo opened in darkness. A move that propelled excitement and suspense to pulse shattering levels. The first note answered the first question, YES he sounds as good, if not better than ever before. As the lights rose, a smiling D’Angelo commanded centre stage, relaxed and ready to get into it, strapped with a black guitar and rockin’ a slightly new image. His natural hair and rather unusual combination of loose vests gave him more of a rock look than his 90’s R&B days, as girls lost their minds and guys dropped an internal sigh. The crucial thing is that he was back and that’s all anybody REALLY cared about.
It became quickly apparent that this was going to be more than just your standard vocal led soul or R&B concert. This was D’Angelo the artist and multi instrumentalist, backed by a four backing singers (incredible by the way) for those classic D four part harmonies, Chris Daddy Dave who delivered a mouth watering drum solo lasting near eight minutes halfway through the gig, heavily featured lead guitarist Jesse Johnson and fellow Soulquarian, long time collaborator and bassist Pino Palladino. For anyone who is heavily interested in the music industry in general, this was a dream line up of musicians and their individual contributions were worth the ticket price alone.
D’Angelo played a LOT of guitar throughout, to the delight of some fans and to the despair of others who were seemingly expecting a more smooth and polished R&B performance. It was clear that D’Angelo was making no compromises and in fact he looked happy being able to showcase a dimension that may have been suppressed 10 or 15 years ago. This was Voodoo D’Angelo.
Brown Sugar fans were again kept waiting, right until the very last track in the encore for D’Angelo’s most well known, signature track Brown Sugar. Again, an experimental D threw a curve ball to fans, delivering an uptempo, gritty interpretation, far removed from the original version and fan’s expectations.
So, What’s Next?
Well there’s no doubt that he’s back and there’s no doubt that he’s been working hard on getting this return right. At times, it was like watching Prince on stage, giving a glimpse into the direction of D’Angelo’s new album and highlighting the level of influence Prince has had on the new material. Charade is a future classic if it ever sees light.
Those who were expecting to hear more from Brown Sugar would have been left slightly bewildered, but Voodoo fans would have understood, appreciated and possibly even expected that this would be the next stage in D’Angelo’s journey.
There was no mention of James’ River, but one thing is for sure, on the basis of this tour, when it does eventually drop, it’s going to have been worth every second of waiting.