LIVE: Ricky Warwick – Seven, Nottingham 26.06.09
It’s a warm summer’s night in Nottingham. The Seven club is peppered with music fans of all ages. A smooth ribbon of velvet Irish inflection announces; “My name’s Ricky Warwick. I’m from Belfast, currently residing in LA and I’ve come here tonight to fucking rock.” The room erupts with cheers and applause.
The venue isn’t rammed, but the crowd is respectable, and enthusiastic enough to make the room come alive and hang on the Irishman’s every word. Warwick made his name in the 1990s, fronting rock/metal outfit The Almighty. When the band split in the late 90s, the vocalist/lead guitarist went solo and maintains a strong following today. There’s a true, inherent talent to holding the audience captive the way he did, so effortlessly, for almost two straight hours. Just one man, one guitar and one mic, performing a host of original songs, with the odd cover thrown in from the likes of Johnny Cash.
Warwick’s wonderfully gruff voice flawlessly delivers great story telling lyrics, whilst the brilliant command of his strings adds great depth and soul. Even down to the hilarious anecdotes from his colourful past, every minute of his performance was a master class in unembellished, raw entertainment.
Warwick exudes a beguiling no nonsense rock n roll authenticity, which, in today’s world littered with transparent posers, is a somewhat refreshing treat.
The impromptu encore brought about by the hungry audience’s relentless cheers and chants is testament to that.