As The Staves start their ethereal show at Hackney Church, the first proper live gig for the band in almost two years, they canât stop themselves telling us how surreal it feels to be here. Weâre politely sat looking up at the stage, two-by-two on socially-distanced metal chairs and rickety, hollow church benches. It would all be a little bizarre â uncomfortable â even, if these musicians didnât look like they were exactly where they were always meant to be.
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Itâs a strange but completely fitting venue to welcome back the Staveley-Taylor sisters (Jess and Milly onstage, Emily at home with her new daughter Margot) for an intimate set, celebrating their confident third album âGood Womanâ and gifting fans with jewels from a back-catalogue that has always deserved such a divine setting.
A lot of the new album could be considered fairly morose lyrically, as the show kicks off with the deliberately coarse-sounding âFailureâ and the pounding âNext Year, Next Timeâ, but Jess commands the stage with such confident presence that the sense of joy is infectious. Her harmonies with Milly are as crystal-clear as on the record and their dynamic with the band (all-male, which only heightens the Staveley-Taylorsâ authority) is impressive. 2014âs âBlood I Bledâ is given a facelift with an anthemic horn solo that later works magic on âMake It Holyâ â an older track rarely performed live, it was perhaps supposed to just wink to this showâs setting, but ends up providing the most spellbinding moment of the night.
A few technical scuffles and logistical frustrations â it’s irritating that thereâs only time for 12 tracks (bizarrely excluding the bandâs most beloved hit âNothingâs Gonna Happenâ) â keep The Staves at armâs length, but their talent is still unshakeable. There are moments in which the instruments seem to bring the cold, religious setting to life, as bass makes the wooden chairs vibrate and those beguiling harmonies bounce off the tall, chalky walls of the church.
Towards the end of the night, Milly admits that, in a pre-pandemic setting, this would be the moment where they would leave the stage and return for an encore â and so, unprompted, the crowd gives The Staves all the ear-splitting love theyâve been missing for so long, hollering for these softly-spoken sisters who, against all odds, remain such forces of nature. They donât expect it but it makes perfect sense. Itâs like they never went anywhere.

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