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Review
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For James, a century on from their inception, the enormity of tonight’s show is an absurd aberration, fit only to be corrupted and lampooned. So, as the encore begins, following the first farewell of a typically swaggering “Sit Down”, Tim reappears in the seats at the rear of the arena, swarmed over by delirious, goldfish-mouthed fans. Genuine or simulated spontaneity?
Either way, it’s hilariously slapdash (Tim, stranded several miles from the band, wails “Come on guys, get back onstage!”) and the nonchalance with which it’s executed shows admirable bravura. Magnified on the screen, he gasps a breathless, “Wow!”
His astonishment at the resurrection of James’ career is touching if occasionally irritating, their we’re-not-worthy deference rivaling an Oscar-winning speech for inappropriate modesty.
But bands like James are supported by the weight of their history and they could easily present themselves as a soulless greatest hits vending machine. This puts James in the enviable position of being able to smuggle in a hatful of new songs (the sub-aquatic glide of “Vervacious” being the standout), once the crowd have been placated with some well-loved classics, be it the cyclonic propulsion of “Tomorrow” or the strumming frenzy of “Sometimes”. They can’t fail — even abandoning another newie, “Real World Jam”. Halfway through, as guitars and drums jacknife into each other, is interpreted warmly as a “they’re-human-after-all” sign, like Gary Kasparow losing a game of draughts.
“Ok, whose fault was that?” laughs Tim, walking up to drummer Dave like a solicitor approaching a witness. No one knows. No one cares. James are back from the wilderness and nothing’s going to halt this renaissance.
(as posted on the wattyco messageboard)
Tim wearing a dress-type thing and a buddha t-shirt with a dodgy looking leather jacket.
Saul being polite and assuming as usual – flicking me the finger at the end of the main set for no apparent reason, shouting Come Home and a tirade of swear words at the beginning before having his mic cut off (we think).
Tim climbing on speaker stacks and then the main speaker, scaring the life out of everyone ending up about six feet over Kulas head.
Tim dedicating Heavens to the lifers.
Gene – surprisingly – although Martin Rossiter has eaten all the pies
Soundcheck – they played three other new songs in the soundcheck, one which we think is called “Millionaires” which has a chorus “feel like Fred Astaire”, “Surprise” which some of you know and another one that we couldn’t work out a title for.
Of the newies, Confusion is a fast-paced “brother of Laid” with a killer guitar riff, I Know almost has a breakbeat backdrop to it and the lyrics are all changed from Oxford and they’ve deleted the”nah nahs” at the start, I Defeat is a slowie, with excellent lyrics about being in a good relationship and then throwing it all away and Vivacious starts off slow, builds up, heads off on a tangent and then slows down again.
So the big questions:
WILL THEY CHANGE THE SET LIST?
WILL SAUL GROW UP?
WILL WE SUFFER DEATH BY STEREOPHONICS FAN CRUSH TONIGHT?
we’ll let you know…..
P.S. Don’t you think it’s sh*t that CoS can’t sell fanzines before the show? will they remember that if the next LP flops and they’re slumming it back at the Forum? buy a fanzine, because the program is full of nice photos but little substance for £5
Festival headlined by the The Verve, and also featuring Manic Street Preachers, Robbie Williams, Finlay Quaye, The Sea Horses, Junkster.
Chelmsford, however, made up for it in spades. Faced with a torrential downpour, James took the momentum provided by the rather excellent Stereophonics and bombarded the crowd with an opening medley of Sit Down, Destiny, She’s A Star, Sometimes and Come Home creating a moshpit going back beyond the sound desk. Tim’s dancing seemed even more frenetic than usual and Saul took every opportunity to encourage the now drenched audience. Out To Get You was played to slow things down and seemed oddly inappropriate in the setting and was followed by another excellent version of Surprise.
This audience (myself included) really just wanted to hear the hits in the rain and so Laid and Tomorrow were dispatched as conditions got worse before the opening bars of Sound signalled the show was nearing its end. Tim took the opportunity to tell the crowd that “when you read in the papers how shit we were, remember what you witnessed with your own eyes”. Tim’s megaphone failed and he smashed it in annoyance, so we were treated to Tim hollering without it which made for an interesting take on the song, the sheer awesomeness of the improvised ending not being lost despite the rain and the size of crowd. This was James at their very best and a complete contrast to the day before and the tedious Space and Texas who were to follow later. They were the band of the weekend – but we knew that already.
Moving onto Leeds and James were disappointing. The audience did not even appear to recognise opening track Sit Down and seemed more concerned in when Robbie Williams was coming on. Persistent technical problems plagued the show. ensuring that the original set list had to be tom up and Surprise had to be ditched totally to keep within the time slot. With the threat of imminent rain, Tim tried his best to incite the crowd into activity with frenzied dancing, but the technical problems meant that whenever they gained momentum it was lost between songs. Destiny was dedicated to the “freaks” that like James. After the high of the previous night, this show was better forgotten.
And they do at least have one thing going for them: they aren’t JAMES. Oh yes, despite being a band who began as brittle artisans with aromatherapy workshops, James have amassed a stonkingly huge vault of poptastic hits. Alas, not many are recent, as the clunking ‘She’s A Star’ and the rank ‘Destiny Calling’ prove when measured against the old belters. It’s a workmanlike set, pressing familiar buttons, low on surprises. And is it just me who remains unconvinced by Tim Booth’s conversion to glam-rock tart, an even more belated and half-arsed U-turn than Bono?
Arriving at Carlisle Sands Centre, a Doncaster Dome type atrocity of a building awaited us, but once inside the venue, our fears were allayed as the main hall was actually a very decent venue. After a short support slot from the excellent Hillman Minx, James came on at about 9.20. Tim apologised for the postponement of the gig in July due to his bronchitis and, as at Oxford, they launched into Lullaby, a typically bold James move in front of an audience hungry for the hits.
Introducing new song Surprise, Tim informed us I that this was the only new I song they’d learnt, despite “the fan club that follows us around everywhere wanting new songs”, and we’d have to believe him how great the others were. On the basis of Surprise we have to. Michael’s backing vocals blended into Tim’s in the chorus and the verses demonstrate Tim hasn’t lost any of his wordplay ability – “we all prayed you’d rise again, phone in resurrection, what the doctor ordered”and “love and laughter, I surrender, have no fear of what comes after, I’ve got a message for you, you’re the one who makes it come true”.
Following Surprise, James launched into a series of Greatest Hits – Waltzing Along, Say Something, She’s A Star, Sometimes, Laid “shamelessly enjoying their own songs” as Tim put it.
Jam J followed and was, alongside Surprise, the highlight of the evening with Tim dancing again and an awesome strobe display. Out To Get You and Five-O followed, James slowing the pace down and wowing the stunned audience with their more fragile side.
Johnny Yen was strangely curtailed when the audience gave them a “standing ovation” before launching into Sit Down. Tim came out into the audience to meet the adoring masses and to soak up the red hot atmosphere before launching into Tomorrow as the finale.
The inevitable encore began with Come Home, now a shadow of its former self having aged less well than other songs from the early nineties. “To test your concentration” Top Of The World followed and the show was rounded off by a ten minute frenzy of improvised noise called Sound. Carlisle left impressed and judging by the business at the t-shirt counter, James had won over a new young audience that had come to see one of the few gigs in the town that year .
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Tim Booth appears in a souwester and announces that since – in a world a million miles away with flushing toilets, running water and warm weather – England have won a football match, James will play a greatest hits set. Result, strange tantric hippy bloke! Result, English footballers! Goodnight, sadomasochistic noodles and ruminations on “fame”! This decision does however represent a significant advance. Finally it appears that after decades of blowing it at every conceivable opportunity, James have risen to the occasion.
She’s A Star / Laid / Sound / Tomorrow
Arriving early for this “secret” Glastonbury warm-up show, we were treated to being able to listen to James soundcheck sat outside the venue. Two new songs “Surprise” and “I Know What I’m Here For” were run through a couple of times along with Lullaby, Jam J, Runaground (not actually played) and a number of improvisations. This led to a great sense of anticipation entering the venue especially as we’d managed to get some kind of unofficial confirmation of the December tour as well.
Theaudience opened for James again and , played basically the same set as April, but had obviously worked on some of the arrangements, and made the songs sound fresh again. I know a lot of James fans (particularly the female ones I wonder why) despise them, but anyone remember Ambitious Beggars, The Spaceheads, Silver Sun? : James came on about 9.20 and started with a chilling version of Lullaby, a welcome change to the full-on intro of Come Home from the April shows, Despite Tim’s comments in his interview at Brixton (see elsewhere in the fanzine), it appears James are still willing to take risks, Say I Something, She’s A Star and Laid followed, Tim starting to dance more freely than earlier in the year The next real surprise in the set was the inclusion of Jam J, one of my personal live favourites given its extreme energy and potential for improvisation, with the strobe lighting serving to enhance the chaos of the song. Out To Get You, which followed, provided an immediate and soothing contrast. The band had now won the whole crowd over and saw this as the time to introduce a new song as we’d hoped they would. Despite only having played the song a few times Surprise was a total success reminiscent of Runaground but taken a step further. A long introduction to a wild version of Born of Frustration followed, Tim dancing like a possessed dervish in the limited space available with the crowd chanting back the “woo woo woo” section. Waltzing Along and Destiny Calling kept the momentum before a truly astonishing version of Sound. This had been one of the highlights of the April tour with the band taking the song up and down and stretching it to over ten minutes, but there was even more life in it tonight.
The encore started with an eerie version of Top Of The World before Saul announced they were going to play another new song but that “it might be shit”. Shit hot, perhaps? I Know What I’m Here For starts off with a wall of “nah nah nah nah” chants from Saul, Adrian, Michael and Tim, before Tim laments on the sacrifices made in the quest of fame and then urges the crowd to “follow me”. Apparently the lyrics had been written during the soundcheck and Tim was singing them from a sheet, but this song was truly special and hopefully the audience reaction conveyed this to the band. This was the real James, taking risks, creating unique moments of brilliance by semi- improvisation. More, much more please.
Sit Down was almost an anti-climax after this, but managed to rouse the crowd. There’s probably been more written about this song than any other James song, but it seems to have gained a new lease of life this year. They’re not playing it any differently, but it seems to have a focus for those who’ve followed James for years and the casual observer and, after a gig of this quality, it is a celebration.
The lights were back up and then suddenly it all went dark again and James came back out and ran through a frenetic version of Tomorrow, before leaving an audience well and truly mesmerised and me wondering whether Glastonbury would be a bad idea the next day.
Those fears we all had in April about James blanding out, not taking risks, playing safe set lists, the jury’s still out, but this was a pretty compelling case for the defence.
And sticking folky fiddle on the tail of “Johnny Yen” won’t convince anyone that James are Irish. Or indeed, that they are any good. But (deep breath, confession time) I’m actually quite fond of them. Tim Booth still can’t dance. They still use horrible contrived puns (“She knows where to hide / There’s nowhere to hide”). They can be clumsy, pompous, embittered and often are. But “Come Home” and the sheer glee of “Laid” warm up the whole rain-tinged, wind-chilled crowd. For all their faults, they’ve still got the spark; they can still burn and glow.
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