Concert Review: Bruno Major Gives Soul To A Storm At Rough Trade
As the “nor-easter” showered through NYC, nothing could stop a batch of Millennials eager to receive story-time and songs from the North Londoner: Bruno Major. Maybe, they are serving friendliness and honesty with a side of milk and sugar in London because Bruno treated the crowd like we had entered his home to hide from the storm. Couples, warmly embraced, as Major serenaded with his intimate, calming R&B style.
Similar to JP Cooper, Bruno Major made you feel like he had a sofa, a batch Netflix faves, and snacks waiting for you. From “There’s Little Left” to “Just The Same”, Major took the opportunity in between songs, to tell tales on what inspired him to create them and show that the rise to fame must be openly shared with both fans and fellow talent. Eloise Alexandra was not only his amazing, back-up vocalist, but a fan that covered his music on Instagram and he invited to TOUR with him. WOW! One of the coolest tales, I have ever heard, but a staple on how approachable Bruno is as a genuinely kind person. It was not only that his voice is the equivalent of rich, chocolate melting, but he also feels as beloved and accessible at the tasty treat.
Bruno Major has a natural presence that radiated “come through and chill”, which countered the dark, outside weather, but also his songs of unrequited love. Major has “Ed Sheeran” capacities in his ability to sell a sad, romantic song to the radio. “Home”, “Easily”, “Fairweather”, and “Place We Won’t Walk” felt ready-made to be sung-along in every work-route, and pondered when you wanted to feel like somewhere, out there, there was “someone” for you. When it came to singing, it was as if Bruno had an invisible curtain he would draw over himself like, a man entertaining his guests but running out to the kitchen to see everything was still cooking. One minute he was bantering. and the next, he was singing as if he was all alone in the room.
Bruno Major’s ability to draw in a crowd, but disappear a space is uncanny. Suddenly, the lights, tiers, and warehouse walling of Rough Trade became invisible, as all that could be felt, seen, and heard was Bruno’s quiet, fumed voice. He beamed his lyrics as if they, themselves, could become visible light, and his guitar was their sonic container. There was something simultaneously universal but accessible to him, which made me feel like this guy’s ticket prices are going to go up (lol!). Often, the most successful stars are the ones that make you feel you can hang out with them, while also never be them. Not many of us can sing like Bruno Major, but we certainly feel like him when it comes to yearning for the beauty of companionship. For More Information Bruno Major Click Here.
