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Damon Albarn and Liam Gallagher could never do this : Tim Booth, looking disturbingly like Troy from Eastenders – but presumably without the old lady fixation – has just dived off stage half way through “I Know What I’m Here For” and is dancing his enthusiastic spaghetti-in-a-wind-tunnel dance with a shirtless Moby lookalike. Excited fans crowd round, and here’s the weird thing; rather than getting mobbed and having his shirt ripped from his back, they just dance with him, following him around the floor like a ginger-dyed Pied Piper at the disco. Any chatterers in the crowd are duly shushed by means of a severe glaring – it’s all very measured and polite, which is possibly one reason why the band have trundled along in their own PG-certificate way for so many years.
This is a homecoming of sorts. Tim has relocated to the seaside town and his son Ben is dancing away with a group of schoolfriends to “Top Of The World” which is dedicated to him by his proud dad, adding to the cosy family-friendly atmosphere. Outside, the decrepit West Pier, last braved by humans when James made the video for “Just Like Fred Astaire”, is slowly crumbling into the sea, a reminder of the faded glamour which the band seem to love and try to capture with the big strings and unabashedly romantic sentiment of the song.
Of course, there is plenty here for the grown-ups. The roar that erupts for “Laid” rightly identifies it as one of James’ greatest moments, a eunuch-pitched Tim belting out the high notes in celebration of all kinds of rudeness, while a room full of daisy t-shirts simultaneously (yet politely) dances in the arm-windmilling, flailing way that traditionally meets The Hits. And, there are plenty of them, as each pub jukebox classic tumbles off the stage. “Ring The Bells” and “Born of Frustration” fit as comfortably as a beloved tatty old jumper, while the playing of less recognisible album tracks can be held responsible for the bar running out of beer. So when “Sit Down” fails to materialise, the disappointment felt by festival veterans in the room hangs in the air like a hippie-at-Glastonbury smell. “The thing is, before we were famous for all the pop songs, we were quite an experimental band,” Tim insists, after a flourish-filled “Vervaceous”, “so if we’re trying your patience, sorry.”
But none of it really matters as he shins up the balcony, holding every note of “How Was It For You?” as he is hugged, rather than overwhelmed by the audience. Unable to get back to the rest of the band for the planned “Come Home”, it is a chaotic an ending as you could hope for in such a well-behaved civilised atmosphere.
Tim’s verdict: “Brighton’s quite a cool audience, and this building’s quite hard. I didn’t have a good gig last time we were here, so this time I was determined to get out into the wings. Last time I can remember feeling very stuck onstage. But I had a really good time tonight. We ended weirdly, but it was just the chaos. We would have gone on and done another song, but I couldn’t find them – it was like Spinal Tap. It wasn’t just playing the songs, it was like an event with really bizarre things going on. I love that chaos, I hate it getting too fixed. I’d rather give people real chaos rather than a set, choreographed slick show.”
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It’s better to fail than just be mundane, they say. But while certain pioneering souls – like Campag Velocet or Death In Vegas – are ready to reach for embarrassingly distant sonic heights and produce flawed masterpieces in the process, most Brit bands seem content to scuffle around the middle ground.
Take James – tonight playing a low-key secret set to a venue packed with true believers. In Tim Booth, at least, they have a frontman who can still make us believe we’re watching a pop hero, as he wades into the adoring audience during ‘Laid’, or gradually peels clothes off his sweat-soaked body. He’s shameful, silly and deluded, but ultimately endearing.
If only the music was equally frazzled. But James know what they’re here for. “Hi, we’re those strange vegetarian, Buddhist, Smiths, Simple Minds lookalikes,” Tim drawls, post-ironically.
But this safe hits set attests to the fact that they’ve come to terms with the label, that it’s almost a comfort – they don’t have to try too hard any more. Hence we get a smattering of new songs from current album ‘Millionaires’ which already sound like oldies, so basic is the James formula.
It’s all a vaguely soothing acknowledgement that James are still here, still the same and settling into middle-age. They’ll never be up there with their idols, but at least they’ve never humiliated themselves, right? Wouldn’t want that, eh? Wouldn’t want to be mad and special. That would take, you know, effort or something.
Seemingly constantly berated by the music press and music fans alike, James mark their return with a new album, ‘Millonaires’, with a secret gig at The Embassy Rooms. OK, let’s get the obligatory obvious pun and question out of the way with – do they know what they’re here for? Well, apart from, as Tim Booth describes it, “whoring ourselves all week to promote the new album”, of course, James are back to gather together their cult following, win over the dithering few and convert the cynics. So, no change there, then, really.
What is different is that, on tonight’s evidence at least, James appear to be relishing the challenge with a fresh optimism. The band see how eager we are to be knocked off our feet and swept away by new thrills aplenty, and – up to a point – duly deliver. ‘Crash’ links up with ‘Laid’, and ‘Just Like Fred Astaire’ sprinkles its stardust over ‘Tomorrow’, which in turn twinkles with a fresh gloss. ‘I Know What I’m Here For’ provokes much playful pogo-ing, bouncing alongside ‘She’s A Star’, and thus making the floor sag alarmingly in the middle.
True, the musical momentum also sags a little at times, especially when playing out the less immediate and inward looking tracks from ‘Millionaires’ such as ‘Surprise’ and ‘Vervaceous’. Both suffer from the humid stuffiness which is hanging over the Embassy Rooms, making our limbs weary and our heads ache. Yet, with a welcome second wind, James go some way to lifting this cloud of uncertainty with a mixture of well known hits, ‘Destiny Calling’ for example, and fan friendly assorted bits and pieces, chiefly, ‘Johnny Zen’ and ‘Jam J’, the latter reaping a rich seam of synthtastic special effects.
Despite this synthetic sheen, this small-scale gig gives us a chance to get close and personal with James. That said, whether ‘Millionaires’ will meet and greet so intimately remains to be seen. Perhaps what’s needed is a little more tender loving care.
Despite the ornate surroundings, the air inside the Embassy Rooms, off Tottenham Court Road, is heavy with the pungent, salty aroma of the well-oiled mosh pit. Whisper it quietly, brothers and sisters, but James are playing and the word from the underground is that the new album Millionaires – which this gig is showcasing on its launch date – is really rather special.
Early indications bade well for this oh-so-secret gig (tickets a mere £16.50, available via Ticketmaster and all good stockists). Crash for example waltzes nicely into Laid, the new single Just Like Fred Astaire dances off with Tomorrow bedazzling all and sundry with glam and glitter lit up by a thousand stars. Or possibly a few well-positioned fairy lights, if you want to be prosaic.
Not that James can ever be accused of being so inclined. They frustrate and astound fans and critics alike in equal measure. For every flag-waving arena number like Come Home there’s also stretches where you can safely nip off to the toilet, bump into Radio 1’s Chris Moyles and return without seemingly missing a beat.
Unfortunately, a small selection of Millionaries falls into this category Surprise and Vervacious escape into the ether with barely a lick resonating behind them. That said there are times when the long-fused ballad transcends these moments and explodes into something altogether more persuasive. Someone’s Got It In 4 Me begins with a polite but reserved greeting yet by its climax snaps and snarls, transforming Tim Booth from cute puppy lead singer into a whirling Tasmanian Devil, all elbows, spittle and attitude.
If Anybody Hurts You undercuts its fragile melodies with a bitter undercurrent that pours over the faults of critics, former lovers and failing friends alike. It’s a heady mix of the spine tingling and the spiteful, the toxic and the intoxicating. Which is how James have managed to throw off the stereotype of being Manc-y anthem rockers to become genuine musical contenders after 16 years of workmanlike progress punctuated by the odd knockout punch.
For some critics the effect is confusing merely because the new James refuse to Sit Down on past laurels. They may spend a lot of time shifting musical gears but there a few bands with as much conviction about the direction they are heading. Whether you want them to lead the way is up to you, but there were at least 500 people here tonight who were sweating buckets in the effort to keep up.
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This secret one-off acoustic show in a Glasgow Arts Centre was recorded for inclusion on the bonus disc for Millionaires. Only Just Like Fred Astaire was eventually included, but a six-track in-house CDR was circulated in very small numbers.
This show was James headline slot at Radio 1’s Big Day Out Festival and was broadcast live on BBC Radio 1.
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Nach wiederum einer halben Stunde ChangeOver betritt ein Haufen Briten den Ort des Geschehens. James!!! WIE lange wollte ich die schon gerne mal live sehen, nie hat*s geklappt (man kann auch sagen nie waren sie hier), ich wollte schon fast die Hoffnung aufgeben. Zum Ersten Mal seit Jahren befinde ich mich von Anfang des Gigs an in der Mitter der Meute, hüpfe aufgeregt auf und ab und singe jeden Ton lauthals und aus tiefster Überzeugung mit. Und merke das alles fast gar nicht. Es passiert einfach. Ich dachte, daß ich aus dem Alter langsam raus wäre, und sowas wenn überhaupt noch bei Morrissey passieren könnte. Aber anscheinend ist dem nicht so. James sind so überwältigend, mir verschlägts jetzt immernoch die Sprache. Eine dermaßen tolle LiveBand, die zudem noch einen riesigen Fundus an fantastischen Songs hat, und sowas von unterbewertet ist. Zumindest hier, in der Heimat weiß man deren Qualitäten ja glücklicher Weise etwas mehr zu schätzen… Jedenfalls können James eigentlich alles spielen, die Stücke sind sowieso alle Hits und allein die engelsgleiche Stimme von Tim Booth ist die 3 1/2 Stunden Fahrt, die ich heute schon hinter mir habe, mehr als wert. Einzigartig großartig.