MUSCLE, MEMORY AND MAGIC | STING AT WESTONBIRT ARBORETUM

LIVE REVIEW | STING w/ Sophie Grey, Imelda May | WESTONBIRT ARBORETUM, FORESTRY ENGLAND LIVE 18th June 2025 by Kevin O’Sullivan

There are few places better suited to live music than Westonbirt Arboretum. With its sweeping glades, cathedral-like tree canopies and golden evening light filtering through the leaves, it’s a setting that makes everything feel just a little more cinematic. Add clear skies and a warm summer breeze, and the scene is set.

Earlier this week, that natural backdrop hosted a genuine music icon: Sting, who delivered a set full of soul, precision, and power. But before he took to the stage, two remarkable support acts helped shape an evening that felt beautifully curated from start to finish.

Sophie Grey | Slick, Smart and One to Watch

Opening the evening was Sophie Grey, a classically trained, Denver-based artist who made an immediate impact. Clad in bright colours and armed with a SynthAxe keytar, Grey brought a fizz of energy to the stage that cut through the early evening haze with ease.

Her sound sits comfortably in the alt-pop world—hooky melodies, slick production, and a confident vocal that never overreaches. Tracks like “Mr Right (Is It You?)” carried both charm and bite, with Grey teasing the crowd about “maybe finding love somewhere under these trees tonight.” That kind of stage presence, light but engaging, made her set linger long after she left the stage.

She looked at home up there, which is always a good sign this early in a career. One to keep an eye on.

Imelda May | Raw Power and Real Connection

Next up, Imelda May took things in an entirely different direction. She walked on without a word and, without music, launched into an a cappella version of “Raglan Road.” It was a bold move—but the effect was immediate. The crowd, spread out across the lawns, fell silent. Her voice soared, stark and soul-deep, cutting through the evening air.

From there, she tore through a set that balanced swagger with vulnerability. “Big Bad Handsome Man” and “Just One Kiss” had bounce and bite. “Black Tears” and “Should’ve Been You” brought things inward. Then came “Mayhem”, “Train Kept Rollin”, and “Johnny Got a Boom Boom”, all delivered with the kind of fire that makes you sit up a little straighter.

A mid-set reading from her poetry book—about the “ugly guy at school who turned out to be a hunk”—was unexpected and warmly received. It added a personal touch that grounded the performance in something more than just songcraft.

She also shared the spotlight with the BSL interpreter, who had already been earning smiles from the crowd with expressive signing. May invited her onstage for a duet, and the two laughed and sang together in a moment of real, spontaneous connection.

She closed with a smoky rework of “Tainted Love”, leaving the stage to huge applause. It was a set that felt both raw and joyful—exactly the kind of performance a setting like Westonbirt deserves.

Sting | A Set Full of Muscle, Memory and Magic

Then, just before sunset, Sting stepped out. No fanfare, no delay—just that unmistakable silhouette, bass in hand, and straight into “Message in a Bottle.” The crowd was instantly on their feet. It wasn’t a gentle start; it was a statement. And from that point, he didn’t let up.

At 73, Sting remains in complete command of both his voice and his vision. Songs like “If I Ever Lose My Faith in You”, “Brand New Day”, and “Englishman in New York” arrived early, delivered with clarity and depth, each reinterpreted slightly to suit the moment.

“Fields of Gold”, performed early in the set, drew added warmth when he referenced his nearby home “just across the county border.” That detail grounded the song and added a layer of local intimacy to an already moving performance.

“Mad About You” followed, introduced with a brief reflection on the biblical story of King David. Sting made it clear he isn’t religious, but he’s fascinated by the emotions at the heart of it: longing, guilt, desire. The crowd hung on every word.

Midway through the set, he handed song choice over to the band. “This part always makes me nervous,” he admitted, smiling. They went into “A Thousand Years”, and when he stumbled through the lyrics, the crowd filled the gaps with a quiet, collective chorus. It turned into one of the night’s more beautiful surprises.

From there, the pace ramped up. “Can’t Stand Losing You” was urgent and tight. “I Hung My Head”, famously covered by Johnny Cash, had a stillness and tension that drew quiet. A short but sharp drum solo from Chris followed—Sting took a moment to highlight him with a line that landed firmly: “A band’s only as good as its drummer.”

The closing run was pure class. “Shape of My Heart” eased into “Walking on the Moon”, then burst into a fiery “So Lonely”, full of call-and-response with a now fully animated audience. The main set ended on a high with “Every Breath You Take”, still haunting after all these years.

He returned with a brilliantly stretched version of “Roxanne”, laced with jazz and improvisation, letting the band take their time with it. It was the kind of encore that didn’t just tick a box—it added another layer to what had already been a deep and satisfying show.

Sting doesn’t lean on nostalgia. He reshapes it, plays with it, and lets it evolve. What could easily have been a heritage act setlist was instead alive, unpredictable, and full of intent. There was soul in the performance, and a real generosity to how he shared the stage—with his band, with the crowd, with the space itself.

Add to that two standout support acts, the soft hush of a warm June night, and a venue that feels like it was built for moments just like this—and you’ve got a gig that goes beyond the music. One that lives in the memory not just because of who was onstage, but how it all came together.

This one will stay with people for a while. And rightly so.