Wilton Music Hall is a special venue. Built in 1836, it has preserved its aura while aging gracefully

it looks fragile but feels safe and is located on a backstreet opposite one of London’s “most notorious shelters”.

In short, it’s your classic hidden gem; a graceful reminder of a lost east London that’s been gradually swallowed by urban decay,

now resurrected by gentrification, but still somehow removed from it.

When the bankers move in and out again, Wilton will remain as a testimony to times gone by.

I can recommend no venue in London higher.

As for Wild Beasts, I first saw them at The Windmill, Brixton, back in a year I can’t even remember.

The Windmill is, in its own dishevelled, scout-hut way,

completely unique, and this remains one of the best gigs I’ve ever been to.

As someone who used to watch average bands for a living, anything with the smallest hint of originality is never

forgotten and something with as many standout elements as Wild Beasts becomes one you always look for in the listings and record racks.

The first thing I noticed this time around is how much Wild Beats have changed on stage.

They have more toys, more members and more sounds.

Tom Fleming, who used to sing a bit and play bass, was always the centre point that the band revolved around, and so it remains,

but now it seems more obviously so.

He steps from bass to guitar, to keyboards, to synth and back to
lead vocals in between and during songs.

It’s a natural step, and one that shows why Wild Beats “work”,

but it also has the unfortunate effect of side-lining some of the more unique aspects of the band.

A bit like asking Puyol to play behind the front two while sticking Messi at left-back, it’s a move that works just because

everyone involved is so damn good, but you’d rather have it the other
way round.

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