Lucinda Williams is back with her 16th album, World's Gone Wrong, and the Americana legend is firing on all cylinders. As she takes the stage at Belfast's Limelight, she exudes an air of quiet authority that belies the physical challenges she's been facing since suffering a stroke. But as soon as she begins to sing, her voice takes on a newfound urgency, like a clarion call from a woman who refuses to be silenced.
The setlist is largely drawn from this latest album, with Williams tackling themes of power, consequence, and social justice. The music is characteristically rootsy, with slide guitar and cymbals conjuring up a sense of space that allows her lyrics to breathe. From the title track onwards, it's clear that Williams has never been more incisive in her songwriting – each song landing like a precision-crafted punch.
One of the standout moments comes when she turns everyday details into charged intimacy on Right In Time, with the image of a kettle boiling offloading a lifetime of emotions onto the listener. And then there's Car Wheels on a Gravel Road, a haunting exercise in evocation that conjures up memories via scent and radio waves.
But what really sets Williams apart is her willingness to confront the complexities of power and privilege head-on. Her new songs are unflinching in their critique of systemic injustices, yet she never succumbs to polemic or dogma – instead opting for a nuanced exploration that leaves room for doubt and resistance.
Even when she breaks into Neil Young's Rockin' in the Free World, it becomes clear that Williams is not just singing along to a familiar tune – she's also wrestling with its complexities, her voice faltering on "It's great to be in Dublin... oh wait – Belfast." The crowd responds with thunderous applause, though, and Williams recovers, basking in the energy of a room that knows when they're witnessing greatness.
For all its protestations about an increasingly out-of-kilter world, Williams' music remains steadfastly human, drawn as it is to the smallest details – a smile, a scent, a memory. And on stage tonight, surrounded by her band and a crowd hanging on every word, she proves once again why Lucinda Williams is one of the most vital, essential voices in American music.
The setlist is largely drawn from this latest album, with Williams tackling themes of power, consequence, and social justice. The music is characteristically rootsy, with slide guitar and cymbals conjuring up a sense of space that allows her lyrics to breathe. From the title track onwards, it's clear that Williams has never been more incisive in her songwriting – each song landing like a precision-crafted punch.
One of the standout moments comes when she turns everyday details into charged intimacy on Right In Time, with the image of a kettle boiling offloading a lifetime of emotions onto the listener. And then there's Car Wheels on a Gravel Road, a haunting exercise in evocation that conjures up memories via scent and radio waves.
But what really sets Williams apart is her willingness to confront the complexities of power and privilege head-on. Her new songs are unflinching in their critique of systemic injustices, yet she never succumbs to polemic or dogma – instead opting for a nuanced exploration that leaves room for doubt and resistance.
Even when she breaks into Neil Young's Rockin' in the Free World, it becomes clear that Williams is not just singing along to a familiar tune – she's also wrestling with its complexities, her voice faltering on "It's great to be in Dublin... oh wait – Belfast." The crowd responds with thunderous applause, though, and Williams recovers, basking in the energy of a room that knows when they're witnessing greatness.
For all its protestations about an increasingly out-of-kilter world, Williams' music remains steadfastly human, drawn as it is to the smallest details – a smile, a scent, a memory. And on stage tonight, surrounded by her band and a crowd hanging on every word, she proves once again why Lucinda Williams is one of the most vital, essential voices in American music.