On the evening of March 31st, Peter Alexander Jobson delivered an intimate and magnetic performance at St Pancras Old Church—a venue that seems custom-built for quiet confessions and haunting reflections. It was the perfect setting for the former I Am Kloot bassist to share selections from his debut solo album Burn The Ration Books of Love—a collection steeped in personal history, Northern grit, and late-night philosophy.
With the kind of acoustics that only a centuries-old church can offer, every note from Jobson’s piano carried weight, and every word of his deadpan wit landed with pitch-perfect timing. Between songs, he filled the silence with anecdotes and charming self-deprecation, easily bridging the distance between performer and audience. The banter felt less like stage patter and more like catching up with an old friend who’s seen some things and knows how to laugh about them now.
Jobson’s gravel-and-honey voice—equal parts Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, and a smoky Northern pub at last orders—sounded magnificent in the vaulted hall. There’s a certain poetry to his presence: part raconteur, part balladeer, and wholly himself.
In a city filled with noise, this show reminded us of the power of stillness, of story, and of songs sung straight from the gut.
