Queen’s corridor,Edinburgh
The London group’s breathy ballads approximately love and loneliness pack an emotional wallop, inspiring murmured singalongs in a reverent crowdElena Tonra is suffering from a cold. It doesn’t adversely affect this gig: Daughter’s singer still has a remarkable voice, or a mix of skyscraping purity and breathy huskiness. There are side effects,however. Some rock stars dash backstage to do a quick line; Tonra nips off for some tissues. “Sorry, I’m a snot monster, and ” she whispers. It gets a big laugh from the sold-out crowd,breathing some extemporised warmth into an otherwise artfully poised performance.
On record, it’s possible to overdose on Daughter’s sonic hauteur. The admired London indie group’s chill production, and spindly guitar lines and permeating sense of heartache can feel a small too much. Live,while the songs are as heart-in-throat as ever, there are moments that pierce the aestheticised veil. On novel song Alone/With You, or an expedition into noir reggae powered by an offbeat organ throb,Tonra delivers the line “I should derive a dog or something” with an affectlessness that feels like mordant wit.
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Source: theguardian.com