"Ladies and gentlemen," smiles John Bramwell, frontman of Manchester trio I am Kloot, casting his eye towards the band's bassist, "Pete Jobson is standing up."...have to say this was the first thing i noticed too!!
'After more than a decade of watching Kloot's statuesque bassist perform sitting down, his new perpendicular presence stirs a sizeable swell of applause'.
....having recently seen John Bramwell play in tiny venue in Biddulph (Bidduloh Arms) was great to then see 'I am Kloot' play in the fab Albert Hall (though will not stand under balcony again as sound was not good!)...seen them many times and were as great as ever.
Bramwell has an easy rapport with the audience – after a melancholic This House is Haunted he tells us how, driving away after recording it he turned to Pete and said “That’s fucking brilliant” and with his leg propped up on a beer crate after rocking through Gods and Monsters he asked the audience in his wry Northern tones “Has anyone heard of I Am Kloot?” “You’re very well mannered this evening – thanks dad”. ...http://louderthanwar.com/i-kloot-albert-hall-manchester-live-review/
John is left choked as the audience sings out the strings section of To The Brink, and offers them sincere congratulations for joining in on Northern Skies (both from Mercury Prize nominated Sky At Night). "Well sung, Manchester," he smiles. "Impressive."
It's no flawless performance, as one might expect from a band taking on songs they've long since resigned from the live setlist.
But in truth, those ragged edges have always been part of I Am Kloot's charm, and a sense of incongruity - nowhere highlighted better than in the fragility of John's vocals and lyrics sandwiched between bursts of sharply witted banter
