The Hordern Pavilion feels like a futuristic cathedral tonight. Its scaffolded high ceilings are bathed in yellow and purple lights. The piano is bright and celestial, sometimes detuned and waning. James Blakes’ voice alternates between angelic choirboy and something else, distorted and dark.
There are so many intricacies of sound that become magnified when you see him play live. Electronic rhythms click and pop…
