Kathryn Williams is touring her latest album ‘Mystery Park’ right now and it is a record lyrically woven with family and relations. Responding to the intimate ambience of her stage tonight, she is relaxed enough to share some details of the subject matters and the ideas that sparked many of the numbers into life. It has long been a chestnut for singer-songwriters to let confessions and real-life tales inform their music but thus far, in her quarter century plus career, Williams has shown a good deal more versatility than mere life ruminations. She has put out music inspired by Sylvia Plath for example, or an entire record of fictional hits from the perspective of a character in a Laura Barnett novel, so there is a strong writer’s mentality at play here. But, for the moment at least, feelings about ageing relatives and reflections on her past two decades as a parent seem to be the focus and I can sense there is a lot of empathy amongst her audience. I especially found one story about her teenage son exploring his own music tastes and sharing discoveries particularly relatable. I am certain I have taken the gloss off of my own children’s past selections simply by revealing that I am aware of the act in question and enjoy their music. Kathryn had a similar moment when her son’s excitement about finding Adrianne Lenker was dampened by his mother’s admission to loving her band Big Thief. Aside from the delightful story though, it also gave Williams an excuse tonight to play a gorgeous cover of that bands lilting ‘Change.’

‘Mystery Park’ features music that encourages William’s use of responsive studio arrangement and dramatic sonics. However, this is definitely a tour with a bare bones, stripped back aesthetic. The Junction’s seated room is a perfect situation for appreciating music of delicacy and reflection. Kathryn is accompanied only by guitarist Matt Deighton whose six string embellishments are subtle but vital too, he has a modest assuredness in his deep playing. Matt also happens to be the support act, his own music career stretching back even further than Kathryn’s to the Acid Jazz days of the early nineties. In fact, he has been an enigma over the years, the excellence of his music at odds with an apparent aversion to anything resembling self-promotion. He stumbles onstage tonight as if the idea that he might play some songs to this audience using the guitar he happens to be carrying had only just occurred. A few numbers later he ambles back offstage like a man realising he was only looking for the toilets before. Nevertheless, what happened in between mesmerized the audience despite efforts to throw us off with comments like “does anyone know these songs? I don’t.” They are acoustic ballads in name but, thanks to Matt’s background in soul and jazz alongside an all too obvious crate diggers passion for blending genre, they are fuelled with a warm natural energy. He caresses chord progressions that defy predictable resolutions and sings in a croaky upper register exhaling a soulful grit. In one restrained burst of ad-hoc playing Matt Deighton proves the reputation he acquired over the years has risen from a rare gift. It almost feels like had he ever pushed himself too proactively it would have been too much talent for the music industry to cope with, maybe all that modest self-effacement is a necessary defence mechanism?

Of course, the same could be said of Kathryn Williams. She is revealing a lot of personal matter, especially in these new songs. Introducing ‘Tender’ she wonders if there is anyone in the crowd who feels this way too, sounding like she would have a pitying understanding for individuals who are feeling too much, overwhelmed by the heightened responses their own senses inflict upon their emotions. Sharing stories about her father’s dementia and the dizzying effect parenthood can inflict upon your perception of time, it is reasonable to assume in different hands these subjects might become heavy going. But Kathryn has, from her earliest years, been a writer with a great ear for a melody and a reliable sense of the stirring touch a song requires to be both listenable and relatable. The angelic elevation in the chorus line of ‘Sea Of Shadows’ is a great example of this facility, it is a beautiful work that begins with recollections of her young child’s dressing up but then that refrain is ethereal, most writers cannot construct a beautiful lift in song like that. And the other thing Kathryn possesses is a deceptively powerful voice, do not be fooled by that gentle whispery front, this is a vocalist who can hold a room. Tonight, the material is almost entirely built around the new ‘Mystery Park’ album. Sometimes crowds hope for more older selections but with an artist like this, forming a live relationship with new material that also happens to be amongst her best, these are the shows that leave a special memory. They close on ‘Personal Paradise,’ a new song painting a picture of a domestic trauma that reaches for some abrasion in the arrangement. The singers mellotron is judiciously hypnotic whilst Matt detonates some violent electric fuzz to slice the serenity, but the previous ninety minutes of Kathryn Williams songcraft had already supplied more than enough fireworks to send us home wholly satisfied.

Words: Danny Neill Photos: Sophie Reichert