“50 YEARS YOUNG. 20 YEARS LOUD. ONE UNFORGETTABLE NIGHT” | KT TUNSTALL LIVE AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL

KT Tunstall turned 50 and threw the kind of party that could level buildings. Celebrating both her milestone birthday and the 20th anniversary of her breakthrough album Eye to the Telescope, the Scottish singer-songwriter took over London’s Royal Albert Hall for a night of wild joy, warm memories, and wall-shaking surprises.

Forget your typical anniversary show — this was something else. Part retrospective, part rave, part variety show, all heart.

ACT ONE: EYE TO THE TELESCOPE — THE ALBUM THAT STARTED IT ALL

Spotlight hits. Acoustic rings out. We’re straight into ‘Other Side of the World‘, and the place is instantly locked in. KT’s voice hasn’t just aged well — it’s grown roots, depth, and texture.

But it’s not just the music — it’s the way she talks to the room. There’s a story between every song. Some hilarious, some deeply personal. Like the one about an Australian fan who connected ‘Under the Weather‘ with a woman who got bitten by a shark. “Way worse than feeling under the weather”, KT laughs.

“This wasn’t nostalgia. This was connection. This was her heart, in the room.”

She brings up Isabella, another Aussie fan who made the pilgrimage to the show — invites her to the front row like it’s a kitchen gig. These moments are what separate KT from just about everyone else still playing their debut 20 years later. She means it. Still.

During ‘Miniature Disasters‘, she introduces the band. Special shout-out to double bassist Paul Gilbody — familiar to some for his work with Scottish indie favourite Alex Cornish. The crowd gave him a hero’s welcome.

Then: ‘False Alarm‘, and in walks Steve Osborne — original producer of the album. “He wanted Madison Square Garden,” KT grins. “He’ll have to settle for this.” He’s not bothered. Tells the crowd about their early days gigging grimy bars like the 12 Bar Club. Back when KT’s voice hadn’t hit radio yet but still filled every room it was in.

Martin Terefe follows — longtime collaborator. Tells the story of KT’s brother Dan, who was born deaf but, after cochlear implants in his twenties, could recognise KT’s music in shops from just the beat. That’s a legacy few artists can claim.

‘Suddenly I See‘ obviously explodes, but ‘Heal Over’ shifts gears. Emma Flynn joins onstage — best known for the lead in Clueless: The Musical. Their harmony is soft, unfiltered and stunning.

“The night was full of sparkle — but it was real. The joy wasn’t painted on. It came from decades of doing the work.”

Then a hush. KT sits at the piano. ‘Through the Dark‘ — her only piano-based song. She jokes about twelve years of lessons for one tune, but it lands like a brick in the gut. Intimate, unguarded.

Then comes the emotional summit: ‘Eye to the Telescope’ — the title track that never made the record. KT explains it was left off because it was “too folksy”. Now, it finally gets its moment.

She paints a picture: her physicist dad, waking her up in the middle of the night, opening the university observatory just for her and her siblings. Stars. Wonder. The origin story of her name-making record, fully formed after 20 years.

The song’s getting a proper release in October alongside two others — ‘Cancerian’ and ‘Anything At All’. Tonight, it arrives with no bells or whistles. Just heart.

Then, like a lightning bolt through the past: Jools Holland. The man who introduced her to the world steps onstage to a roar. Shares how he knew, right then, she was going to be a star.

Together, they tear through a medley: ‘Black Horse and the Cherry Tree’, ‘Black Betty, Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)’ and ‘Seven Nation Army’. Percussion and keyboard madness,  Funk. Raw rhythm. It’s not just the biggest moment of the first half — it’s a statement: She’s still got it. And she still wants to surprise you.

ACT TWO: GLITTER, ICONS & UNFILTERED CHAOS

Interval ends. Lights drop. And boom — KT returns in a sequin jumpsuit that would make Bowie blush. The stage is transformed: sparkles everywhere, wigs, disco balls. The band? Full 80s mode. The vibe? Party.

They launch straight into Van Halen’s ‘Jump’. From here, it’s unrelenting.

First up: Mel C. Yes, that Mel C. They blast through ‘When You’re Gone’ (a tribute to their mutual Bryan Adams obsession), then shift into ‘(I’ve) Had the Time of My Life’ — and honestly, they’re not wrong. It’s a scream-along moment and the crowd laps it up.

Natalie Imbruglia follows, making her Royal Albert Hall debut — KT points this out with pride. ‘Torn’ is received like the national anthem. Then the two flip the mood again, nailing ‘Holding Out for a Hero’ with arena-sized vocals.

Emma Flynn returns to rip through Clueless’s show-stopper. By now, we’re way past the point of keeping track. This is a full-blown variety show.

Then… Rick Astley. Yes, that Rick Astley. Leads the entire hall in ‘Happy Birthday’, then slides straight into ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ like it’s 1987. And just when the absurdity peaks — he jumps on the drums (joined by KT herself) and hammers out AC/DC’s ‘Highway to Hell’. Nobody’s pretending to be cool. Everyone’s living.

“It was glitter. It was chaos. It was pure, full-body joy.”

We get ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’. The title lands like a wink. But really — how could you?

And just when you think it’s all done, KT smirks and drops the final guest: Roger. Fucking. Daltrey.

Sir Roger now, officially. But KT gives him the intro we’re all thinking. He walks out like a boss, grabs the mic, and smashes ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’. The hall’s walls don’t fall down, but they should’ve.

No encore. Nothing else needed. Mic drop.

“She doesn’t just write songs. She writes chapters.”

This wasn’t just a live show. It was a time capsule. A celebration. A full-circle moment. KT Tunstall proved — without doubt — that she’s not a legacy act. She’s not a nostalgia merchant. She’s an artist who’s still pushing, still shining, still pulling people together.

She’s written the songs that became part of people’s lives. And she’s still writing. Still surprising. Still showing up with sparkle in her eyes and fire in her belly.

What a party. What a legacy. What a night.