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He takes the stage, adorned from head to toe in black, with glimpses of a body smothered in tattoos peaking from beneath battered attire, wielding a black acoustic and remaining silent, Jimmy Gnecco subtly initiates everyone’s curiosity.

More or less unheard of in the UK, save for his noble and spirited efforts as lead singer of alternative rock band Ours, the audience is comprised almost entirely of people there to see the other artists. An eclectic line up that spans the realms of heavy metal and reggae, Gnecco interrupts the barrage of confusion to deliver a tender and honest solo performance.

Instantly it is evident. This man is a professional, an expert in the wooing of audiences and in the weaving of silences. Opener, ‘Mystery’ capitalizes on the effect his appearance had sparked. The eerie falsetto breaking into screams, his voice lingering on the cusp between angel and banshee. An audience torn between beguilement and awe, unsure whether to applaud or offer therapy. Gnecco’s set transcends the depths of deepest depression, the highs of unadulterated elation and speaks vividly of the journey between the two.

In the middle, Gnecco places his ‘sing-a-long’ songs. No more than ten people chant in unison, an experience that manages to be both unifying and liberating. The beauty however is short lived, as after only three songs, the utterance of ‘my voice isn’t playing how I’d like it to, this is my last song,’ shatters the dream and drags the audience back to reality.

‘The Heart’ sways with an underlying Bangra shuffle that before long has the entire audience clapping along; Gnecco manipulates the audience like the ringleader in a group hypnotherapy session. Tentatively whispering the lyrics before once again elevating his voice to heights most male singers can only dream of. The track, an eight-minute mantra of personal indulgence, seems to pass in the drop of a chin.

A standing ovation that seems to linger longer than Gnecco’s entire performance and with that, he vanishes. Flopping from the stage like a limp and used body, worn out, beat up and exhausted. Gnecco merges with the audience, to be greeted by a handful of adoring fans - embraces and photographs. He’s gone.

By Luke De-Sciscio

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Teemu Kainulainen

Not very professional sound, nor artist, if you ask me... James Blunt is more credible than this wanna-be...

6lyrics

ya this is not not really good.

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