Sir Tom Jones is blessed with one of the most powerful voices in pop but, while his grunts and hollers send hen parties wild, I'm afraid they've always left me cold. Once, when I mocked him in a review, his manager sent me a furious letter commanding me to take Tom more seriously but somehow his choice of material — a novelty cover of Sex Bomb? — has made that a tough ask. Now I'm finally ready to praise him. I've heard his new album, Praise & Blame, and it's brilliant — the raw, rugged sound that Tom Jones's heavyweight voice is made for.
It sees Jones united with producer Ethan Johns, whose name should be familiar to fans of his former charges Kings of Leon, Ryan Adams and Ray LaMontagne. Johns provides a live band as well as hooking impressive collaborators such as Stax legend Booker T Jones on keyboards and folk darling Gillian Welch on backing vocals.
Jones's job is to give gravitas to 11 gospel and country covers including Bob Dylan's 1989 slowie What Good Am I?, John Lee Hooker's Burning Hell and Jessie Mae Hemphill's Lord Help the Poor and Needy.
It's a similar trick to the one pulled off by Johnny Cash on his American series of recordings — stripping back the instrumentation, avoiding modern computerised sounds and allowing a too-familiar voice the space to shine again. Praise & Blame even features Ain't No Grave, the portentous Claude Ely track that gave its title to Cash's most recent album. But if that sounds too serious for those who just want to be entertained, rest assured that even when Jones rumbles on about sinners and hellfire, there's still quite a twinkle in the eye.
Didn't it Rain and Strange Things have a swinging boogie-woogie sound, while the savage blues guitar of Burning Hell could almost be The White Stripes. You can hear the latter in advance at myspace.com/tomjones.
This is the Welsh Presbyterian who has talked of singing The Old Rugged Cross with fellow gospel fan Elvis Presley in the latter's Las Vegas hotel suite. That love of ancient music was lost amid the chest-hair cultivation and kitsch balladry.
More recent revivals — such as his 1999 album Reload, which saw him duetting with Robbie Williams, Stereophonics and Cerys Matthews — have involved him allowing younger musicians to give him often unfortunate makeovers, a grandfather in a tight T-shirt. In 2002, there was a catastrophically awkward union with hip-hop producer Wyclef Jean for the flop album Mr Jones. All that these efforts did was reinforce the image of Jones as a gyrating tan willing to give a growl and a wink to anything that might keep him in the charts.
His 2008 album, 24 Hours, was a step in the right direction. It saw Jones involved in the songwriting process for the first time instead of simply lending out his mighty pipes but it still sounded like a man trying a bit too hard for a piece of Winehouse and Duffy's retro soul pie.
Since then, most tellingly, he's stopped dyeing his hair. Turning grey and recording a new album that at last offers a depth and soulfulness worthy of that remarkable voice, it looks like this perpetual playboy might have grown up. Just in time for his 70th birthday next month.
Praise & Blame is released on Universal/Island on July 26.










Finally the security gave it up, Tom Jones fans ran to the stage to dance.. he evening started in a solid mood as the bigger part of the audience was from the senior age-group, and the youngers were not extreme figures either. Everybody waited for The Voice patiently, sitting on their seats. There were only seats, as the promoter thought the audience who come to a Tom Jones concert, can stay seated during the best dancing-songs. A few minutes after 9 Tom Jones appeared on the stage dressed in black and smiling, as we could always see him in the last years, only his hair became white since the video of Sexbomb. He started with Sugar Daddy which was written for him by Bono, and after the James Bond song Thunderball and a few new songs came Delilah and a part of the audience sprang to their feet for dancing. The show continued with Mamma Told Me and Burning Down The House and then more and more people felt they couldn’t sit on their seats. During What’s New Pussycat the security guards tried to keep the original sectors but when Tom Jones himself told the audience to dance at the beginning of She’s A Lady, nobody could resist dancing and going to the front of the stage.
And the biggest hits just came after this, the audience danced and screamed, and it really looked like Tom Jones enjoyed the concert very much. His voice was the same as we got used to it, nobody would say that he’s almost 70. Furthermore, he left the stage with such energy that we didn’t wonder if he had gone to a party to dance after the show.
Tom Jones came out singing not just a song but a declaration Sunday night at the House of Blues."I'm alive and I'm doing my thing and singing my song," he proclaimed in that familiar voice, the very essence of machismo. The Tommy James cover of "I'm Alive" from Jones's latest album, "24 Hours," served notice that Jones has still got it going on. And it was no idle boast. For 90 minutes the frisky Welsh entertainer, 68, rousingly retraced the many musical steps of his 45-year career, and he wasn't too tired to kick his leg up higher than his head while he was at it. Clad in a fitted black suit and shirt unbuttoned just enough but not too much, Jones fronted a crackling 11-piece band, including a lively four-man horn section, that effortlessly switched gears to suit Jones's every persona.
The enduring image of the swinging '60s pop star and sex symbol was amply represented by the strutting "She's a Lady," the lilting "Delilah," and the oom-pa-pa fizz of "What's New Pussycat?" Jones may have lost a bit of his high register and sustain, but the tone, clarity, and power of his beefy baritone remain very much intact.