Beth Orton – review

Memorial Hall, Sheffield"Good evening Shef-f-f-f-f-iel-d-d-d," begins Beth Orton, as an incorrectly set microphone makes her voice sound as if it has been remixed by King Tubby. Then there's no sound at all, and the bewildered singer prepares to entertain everyone without amplification.Orton is touring Sugaring Season, her first album in six years, and the gremlins are out in force: her keyboard stool is too small; her guitar will not tune. "C'mon, you little fucker!" she squeals. One song halts...

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