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The authentic, delightful, charismatic Paloma Faith has graced Manchester with her presence. The Bridgewater Hall opened its doors to all walks of life, each person eagerly awaiting to be blessed by Paloma’s soulful voice. The venue itself was beautiful, situated in the city center with a nearly fully stocked bar. The doors opened at seven, with Paloma starting at eight. After arriving on the trusty northern line from Liverpool, I abided to social norms and queued for my first drink. Opting for my usual I asked for a vodka, lime and soda. No soda water available. Not to worry, I wasn’t going to allow a minor mishap to disrupt my excitement. Tonic water it is.
Being ruled by Jupiter I like to think of myself as quite lucky. My seat reflected this, a few rows back from the front I settled in nicely, anticipating the show Paloma was about to gift us with. The lights dimmed promptly at eight, thank-you Paloma this was appreciated. There is nothing worse than an obnoxious artist coming on late, with no respect for the fans who have paid money to see them. A backdrop read ‘There’s nothing more human than failure’. A song title from the new album titled ‘The Glorification of Sadness’. As soon as Paloma came on the stage, she made it known she was about to put on an unforgettable show.
Dressed in a red latex skirt and top with the naughty word most women are labelled with when choosing to express their sexuality. Paloma had no mercy when it came to expressing her vulnerability. The first half of the show was what Paloma called her opening act. Showcasing her new album, the singer engaged with the audience about what she described as her ‘selfish era’. Bursting with femininity, acceptance and empowerment, Paloma’s energy radiated through the audience and certainly comforted my 22-year-old self’s womanliness.
Discussing motherhood, sexism and navigating the ever-changing world there was even time for a TikTok. The motions of the album depict the different stages of grief humans go through, based on Paloma’s experiences of course.
The only possibility for the second half of Paloma’s concert was to get up and dance. Some of her old music such as Lullaby, Changing and crybaby got me up and moving. As it did for everyone else around me. With conversational segments throughout Paloma succeeded in charming me with her dark witty humor. Discussing sex, divorce and parenting, no stone was left unturned.
It was hard not to pay attention to each and every word this godly woman was speaking when she wore a full glitter catsuit. I am currently searching online to buy one myself. Full of gratitude and appreciation, Paloma finished her show with the all-time classic ‘Only Love Can Hurt Like This’.
Anyone reading who has delved into the idea of paying to see Paloma Faith live. Do it. Buy those tickets. I have never felt so seen in my womanhood, and in awe of an individual. 10/10, a true musician in an age of uncertainty and confusion.