Latitude: Paolo Nutini review

I’D come to Latitude a Paolo Nutini novice, unable to put even a track to his name.

Prejudice - rather harshly - had him down in my head as a nondescript, middle-of-the-road singer-songwriter, the kind you’re likely to hear in the aisles of an orange-dominated do-it-yourself store.

But - trying to put my preconceptions aside - logic told me such an act would not get a top billing without having something about them.

Would they?

After all they had bagged the top slot on the biggest stage at the festival’s key night, Saturday.

First impressions were this Scottish-born, Italian-looking (there were plenty of “Marry Me!” shouts from women and a few from some sarcastic males) is a confident, accomplished performer.

Armed with an acoustic guitar, a fine backing band and a superb, gravelly voice, his repertoire flits between love songs and romping bluesy numbers.

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It left his audience swaying and looking longingly at the stage or bopping around energetically. Indeed at one point the Oblesik Arena resembled a 1950s dance hall.

But unfortunately there were too many low-key numbers, all far too similar.

There were glimpses of what would have made a good Saturday night set, but not enough to be convincing.

Maybe Nutini is just not headline material?

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