Liverpool’s own MT Jones, graced Arts club theatre as part of his recent UK date. Attempting to demonstrate all that has made him one of the most talked about emerging artists in the region and beyond.

There’s something special about a hometown crowd — that underlying static hum of belonging before the first note even lands. On Friday night, the air inside Liverpool’s Arts Club felt thick with it. And then MT Jones took the stage.

A soul craftsman in every sense, Jones threads the warmth of 60s Motown through the sleek pulse of modern R&B, his sound dipped in jazz hues and wrapped in the confessional poise of a singer-songwriter.

The result? Something achingly familiar, yet fresh enough to stop conversation mid-sentence.

From the moment his honeyed vocals poured through the room, time seemed to soften. The crowd — an easy mix of wide-eyed couples, lifelong music heads, and a few silver-haired souls who’ve danced to this groove before — swayed as one.

There’s a quiet confidence to Jones’s presence. He doesn’t demand attention; he earns it. Moving between guitar and keys, his band tight behind him, he built a set that felt like a slow exhale. Every chord, every lyric, hung heavy with feeling — songs about love, loss, and the soft ache of honesty.

Highlights came thick and fast: “All I Do” shimmered with restrained longing; “Punchin” pulsed with restless energy; “Why I Cry” bled tenderness. But it was “I’d Be Lying” that stole the night — a heart laid bare under dim lights, every word weighted and unguarded.

It’s been a swift climb for Jones — from small solo slots across the North West to supporting Jalen Ngonda across America in just a few years. But this performance felt less like a step forward and more like a statement: MT Jones has arrived, and he’s not going anywhere.

In a city built on melody and memory, MT Jones is making his attempt at writing a new chapter — one velvet note at a time.