James Blake – review

The Enterprise, London NW3James Blake is folded awkwardly over a couple of keyboards in the upstairs room of a pub, eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed against the microphone, his feet negotiating a tangle of effects pedals. He sings most of a song called "Lindisfarne I" without accompaniment, multi-tracking his vocals so that there are about four of him emanating from the speakers, all saturated with electronic effects.It is a mournful sound, like a choir of inconsolable androids aping Bon Iver, o...

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