Patrick Wolf is a captivating performer. Bounding onto the O2 Academy stage on Halloween, in what looked like a scholarâs gown (woo Oxford), he worked through a perfectly pitched selection from his five albums, changing effortlessly from violin to harp to ukulele, donning a furry pom-pom scarf and attaching a bird to his shoulder. All limbs and messy hair (black at the moment, âI change with the seasonsâ), he has an air of endearing awkwardness that make his songs, which sound as crisp as they do on record, all the more engaging.
The majority of the set was devoted to Wolfâs most recent album Lupercalia, a reference to the ancient spring festival of purity and fertility. âA very personal series of love lettersâ is how he describes the album, the title of which âhas enough resonance in terms of fantasy that people can read what they want into itâ. In terms of its upbeat lyrics and instrumentation, the album is a real departure from its gothic predecessor The Bachelor. âThe lyrics and the melody all seem to lend itself away from digital production and too many electronic and synthetic sounds…I wanted to have an openness about it in the production and sounds that could be created by humans, real sounds, to suggest intimacy, romance and making loveâ. This âopennessâ is reflected in the album artwork and the video for the lead single âThe Cityâ, in which Wolf frolics on a beach. âI am the creative director of my visual side and with âThe Cityâ I wanted to do a video that represented health, happiness, innocence, frivolity and callousness. Whereas a lot of The Bachelor had been styled to the point of artifice, this was very unartifical, it was a beautiful summerâs day on the beach in Los Angeles and it represented a lot of how I made the album.â
Wolf gives the impression of living in his own world. He does not really listen to contemporary music and claims that prizes like the Mercury, for which he has surprisingly not been nominated, are ââas abstract as the weather to meâ. Even when he is not touring or recording he continues to work; âitâs frustrating for my fiance and my friends that I am constantly on the go but Iâd say that writing is my holiday, my escapeâ. Above all, this is work for artâs sake – âwriting songs is probably the most innocent thing I do in life, itâs very detached from making moneyâ.
When boredom next hits, search âPatrick Wolfâ and âangryâ on YouTube. You will be met with an array of hilarious but terrifying scenes in which Patrick tells one of the audience members, who is merely talking, to âget the fuck out bitchâ, fires his drummer on stage and throws various items around, narrowly missing the head of his violinist. When asked about these notorious performances he was refreshingly honest, explaining that the majority of them happened around the time of The Bachelor in which the songs are âvery aggressiveâ. âI am just a performer of my work when I am on stage and if the work is aggressive it lends itself to putting up a middle finger, wearing knee high skinhead boots and just being out thereâ. This aggression seems to have completely dissipated on Lupercalia and this tour (although his violinist did look slightly on edge), reflected in the way he psychs himself up for performances: âIâm obsessed with the levels of the monitors and checking that the harpâs in tune. Sometimes just tuning up the instruments is a much bigger thrill than drinking a pint of rum, which is what it used to beâ. His rider is no less civil: âIt changes. We have a Greek rider with octopus, a real English rider with pork pie and ale and a Spanish one with tapasâ.
While he may not be as temperamental as he used to be (I was willing him to kick off when the sound went a bit dodgy), his performance was no less exciting with the advantage of being exceptionally polished. âThe Futureâ was seamlessly merged with Joni Mitchellâs âAll I Wantâ before his sweaty and euphoric encore of âThe Magic Positionâ, a song he describes as just beginning to like again and the wonderful, saxophone driven âThe Cityâ. Patrick is clearly the happiest he has been in years, and itâs infectious.