Cruz Beckham review: son of David and Victoria finds intriguing psych-pop

"Memorabilia," the person on the door says, passing out a commemorative ticket welcoming fans to Cruz Beckham’s show in "Cardiff, England". It’s an inauspicious start in a building that’s a decades-old monument to Welsh-language culture, but once the house lights go down there’s enough to suggest that, even if he’ll never make it as a geography teacher, he could give this music thing a proper lash.

He is already a tabloid fixture, his profile supercharged by the recent intra-family beef, and every move might be viewed with cynicism. Yet there is an earnestness on stage, an unstudied enthusiasm that undercuts that narrative. "Bloody hell, wow," he says after one song, mussing his hair as the half-full room claps.

"I promise I’m not an arsehole," he sings during Tie Don’t Fit, his voice like an off-the-shelf Lee Mavers. His first shows with his backing band, the Breakers, were only a few months ago and this is his second headline gig.

England, Cardiff

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