Fink at the Jazz Café

Last night, audiences took a trip down, way down deep within the rabbit hole otherwise known as the Camden Jazz Café. The echoed sounds welcomed the weary and dogged souls looking for a little solace amongst the tiresome woes of labour. Sporting a black tee and pork pie hat stood a man with his band, producing warm languid tones that resonated from the small circular stage and soothed those within its radius. The rugged vocals and primal force behind the night’s whisky-soaked blues were the orchestrated sounds of Fink’s Sunday Night Blues Club with none other than the multi-talented artist taking the reins. Though songs such as She Was Right left a few lost along the way, Boneyard and Black Curls carried concertgoers at breakneck speed, leaving little room to veer off course. The energy though vibrant was kept in check, rising no higher than the roof that lay above the heads of those assembled.

Fink rewarded listeners for their patience, though it was hardly required with familiar tracks such as Looking too Closely, which was an effortless transition from guttural blues to spectral melancholy as quieted hearts began swiftly being broken. Drums brushed delicately against cymbals sending subtle waves through the room. Often masked in shadow, smoke circled above the ghostly silhouette as a small stretch of light rested above the huddled audience, accompanied by nothing more than a small glow of bulbs surrounding each of the performers.

The evening ended with an ode to blues, which Fink claimed had to be owned before masterfully plucking away at his guitar to the sounds of Wheels. The song emulated all those that had graced listeners with tragic and yet riotous blues. Last night Fink took his audience on a journey and, though some perhaps got lost along the way, for most it was one certainly worth taking.

Jack Lloyd
Photo: JDUBOiS

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