Aldous Harding
Barbican, London
31st May 2026
Three years after her last UK shows, songwriter Aldous Harding was back at London’s Barbican Hall for a three-night residency. Tom Parry watched an enigmatic and fascinatingly eccentric performer continuing to pursue a very distinct musical path.
Aldous Harding did not so much bound onto the Barbican Hall stage as creep tentatively towards her microphone. This was the third night of a brief residency at the illustrious venue at the start of a lengthy tour, but nothing was being taken for granted. Here was a genuinely original songwriter making a statement in her own off-kilter, unprepossessing way. Wearing a shiny baseball-style jacket and with her hair newly cropped and darkened, she immediately controlled the space, an artist who performs in a way that ensures rapt concentration from an appreciative, fully engaged audience.
Even before the first song began, there was a lengthy pause. A moment for Harding to achieve the inner stillness needed for her emotionally fraught and singular output. Backed by a four-strong band of well-rehearsed musicians, she made it obvious from the start that songs would only begin once she was properly ready. Somehow, this was more than just a quirk. It made the silence in between numbers almost as essential as the songs themselves. The space without notes mattered as much as the notes.
Over the course of the 17-song set, which lasted just short of 90 minutes, I came to enjoy watching her preparation almost as much as I enjoyed the actual music. Harding was like an athlete doing a few final tweaks before the race: twisting her fingers around, tapping her foot as she composed herself on her stool with her acoustic guitar, fiddling with the arrangement of the various pedals and percussion instruments. Watching her sinewy, languid dancing was peculiarly mesmerising.
The focus of the gig was the recently released album, Train On the Island, from which all ten tracks were played live. Released only a few weeks beforehand, this might ordinarily have stretched the patience of the punters. In fact, rather than just being a showcase of fresh material, it felt like we were being offered a privileged sneak viewing of the creator in the midst of finalising the latest work. At points, such was the complete internalisation of Harding, it was as though we were barely there. Her crystalline, ethereal voice beguiled.
Not that the crowd held back its applause between each song. There was an impassioned response. Harding has only been around ten years, but has already built up a fanbase of completely dedicated followers who adore her every word. They screamed out requests, and she politely ignored them with a scarcely audible chuckle. For the most part, she only addressed the audience during the loud applause so we could barely catch the words, presumably mutterings of gratitude.
The new songs were as subtle and sparse as anything Harding has produced. Catchy in their own way. One Stop and Venus In the Zinnia, two of the lead tracks off the new record, were especially entrancing. Midway through, the pace became slightly soporific, but this only added to the overall charm of the evening. Treasure, from the breakthrough 2019 album Designer, generated whoops as though it were a party anthem rather than a quietly beautiful song with typically charming and obtuse lyrics.
For a Sunday night, this was a remarkable gig. Aldous Harding is unlike anyone else. Hesitant, touching and precise, the songs were made even more riveting by the entrancing stillness as she channelled her concentration in between.
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Aldous Harding’s tour continues across the UK and Europe. More details can be found on her Instagram|website
Photos by Robyn Skinner. You can find more of her work on Instagram
Words by Tom Parry; you can find his author’s archive here, plus on Twitterand hiswebsite
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