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.


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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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