Setlist
Nothing But Love / Dear John / Say Something / Girl At The End Of The WorldDetails
- Venue: Absolute Radio, London, UK
- Date: 17th March 2016
The second of two warm-up shows for Girl At The End Of The World.
London Scala plays host to the second of James’ intimate preview gigs for their forthcoming 14th album Girl At The End Of The World. A set brimming with ten tracks from the album and a few select nuggets from their back catalogue delighted a sweaty and packed venue.
“Welcome to the James cock up show” joked Tim as the band came on stage. As they started opening track Bitch, which also opens the album, things come to a grinding halt. “It’s like that on the album, it’s very avant-garde” he deadpans, before they restart and he loses himself in the simmering brooding beast of a song that ushers in what is probably their most diverse record of their career (if you discount Wah Wah). To My Surprise has had a bit of a marmite response from the James fanbase, but live it’s looser and less regimented than the single with Andy drawing trumpet patterns over it and the great moment when the song takes off as Tim declares “I think I’ve finally cracked your code, I’ve hacked your system from within.” Like Manchester the night before this crowd is attentive for the most part although Tim does later weave a shut the fuck up to the balcony talkers smoothly into a story about Talking Heads playing a set of new songs only at a festival.
Tim introduces Move Down South before Saul tells him they’re playing Catapult next and there’s a great moment between them that ends in laughter. James are at their best playing new material and their excitement with these songs is very real and palpable. Both Catapult and Move Down South that follows it are big live songs and the Scala’s rather excellent sound allows them to shine. As they conclude the latter the music drops away save for a haunting violin from Saul and multiple voices join together for an accapella section that repeats the chorus over.
Tim reveals Dear John as the next single and tonight it feels like just that. Its electro underpinning marks it out as new territory for james and part of the dance grooves on the record that the band have excitedly talked about. However it still retains that earworm characteristic that runs in the DNA of James singles.
Top Of The World provides an intermission from the onslaught of listening challenges the audience has faced so far. It concludes its atmospheric seduction of us with a gorgeous violin solo from Saul. Feet Of Clay is cheerily introduced as a song about wanting to commit suicide. Tim, Ron and Andy’s vocals combine to deliver delicious crisp harmonies. The gremlins come back at the start of Girl At The End Of The World but, such is the connection between band and audience, this is almost celebrated. Saul jokes that the capo is too high and Larry once played that trick on him on live television.
Even at this early stage in the life of these songs in the public arena they’re being tweaked and twisted. You can hear Andy much higher in the mix than on the record and again Ron’s contribution on backing vocals can’t be underestimated. Surfer’s Song is made for the dance floor, underpinned by a frantic searching beat that builds and builds and sees Tim lose himself in dance.
There’s then a section of the more familiar, although it’s headed up by the unlikely choice of Senorita, but it’s a reminder of how great and under-rated the Pleased To Meet You album was. The response at the end tells its own story, but it pales into comparison with those that greet Waltzing Along and Say Something. Both come from the less obtuse side of James’ catalogue, however they’ve both benefitted massively from a rest and a refresh. The latter has a part where Saul’s violin and Andy’s trumpet are duelling with Tim refereeing in the middle.
Interrogation is the first of two La Petite Mort which suggests they’re not going to do what they often do and avoid the previous album on the next one’s tour cycle. It’s a fierce song as it builds menacingly before exploding into a wall of light and sound. Sadly and slightly disappointingly we only get the short version.
The final song of the main set is Attention and it is the album’s real centrepiece. It’s a song of two parts that shouldn’t fit together, starting slowly and building, as so many of James’ finest songs do. It drops down to Mark’s keyboard in the middle and some stunning black and white light effects before exploding into a wild section to propel itself to the end. It’s guaranteed to be a live and recorded favourite.
The encore starts with Moving On and its poignancy means it gets a similar reaction to the bigger hits in the middle of the set, and quite rightly so as the song, aided by that video, is the one that so far since the reunion has touched the most people. That might all be about to change with Nothing But Love. Live there’s a glorious chaos to it as Adrian, Andy and Ron all contribute vocals which wrap themselves around Tim’s. It sounds very different in that way to how it did the previous night.
They depart but there’s no way Scala are letting them off that easily. They return and tell us they’re going to play one of their few hopelessly romantic love songs. Saul jokes Stutter, but of course it’s Just Like Fred Astaire, a popular choice. They’re persuaded to stay on and after a brief conversation decide to play Nothing But Love again. There’s a false start seconds after Tim jokes about messing it up. The second version shows how much they’re flying by the seat of their pants as it sounds far from a carbon copy of the first as they’re working and forming these songs in front of us.
All in all this was a stronger gig than Manchester. It was helped by a much better sound and light set up and the more intimate layout of Scala, but it mixed this with the confidence of a successful night behind them. Some of these songs will sound and look stunning in the bigger halls in May and some will be fan favourites by then after the album has hit the streets and there feels like there’s a really strong chemistry glueing them together. The crowd fed off that and gave the set the respect it deserved amidst the excitement of the majority of most of them hearing the songs for the first time.
The first of two warm-up shows for Girl At The End Of The World and the first live performance of nine songs from the album.
(Even The Stars)
Your favourite band in a tiny venue previewing their unreleased new album for the first time is a special event. James’ new album Girl At The End Of The World isn’t out until March 18, but tonight’s gig at Manchester Academy 2 is the first of two preview shows for the album ahead of its release. Tonight’s set features ten of the album’s twelve songs as well as some of their favourite songs.
It’s a welcome return to Manchester for James and for the first time in several decades they’re playing a warm-up gig in the city although ironically none of the band tonight live close to the city. The purpose is to reveal tracks from Girl At The End Of The World and they start with five new songs.What’s immediately evident is the groove of the new album. Whilst Tim has talked enthusiastically about the dance elements of the new album, it’s the bass and the keyboards that are very prominent in the mix of the new songs and we’ve never seen Jim Glennie quite so animated on stage.
The fluidity and diversity of the new material is evidenced by the fact that opening track Bitch is two minutes in before Tim starts to sing, but already they’ve got people dancing to a song they’ve never heard before.Of the first nine tracks, eight are new, a sign that, as Tim tells us, they’re going to take us to the edge of comfort zones. First single To My Surprise is a mightier harder beast live than on record, aided by the eighth member of James, Ron Yeadon, who is omnipresent tonight, his backing vocals adding lift to some of the songs and working instinctively with Tim’s. Catapult and Move Down South both feel at the same time like traditional James songs in that their structures are slightly unusual, but they are prime examples of how James 2016 sound – keyboards high in the mix, Saul playing more violin than we’ve seen him since they reformed in 2007 and Jim’s bass leading like it’s never done before.
Dear John is the only one of the new ones that doesn’t quite work, the shimmering electronic beauty of it getting slightly lost in a venue that’s not renowned for the clearest sound quality but you suspect that’s temporary and down to the fact they’ve only had a week with these songs to prepare them for live shows given that only Nothing But Love had been played to an audience before.
They then drop in Top Of The World, always a crowd favourite, but an unusual choice to sit between the new material. As Saul takes the song away from us with a violin solo that could melt the hardest of hearts it’s a reminder of how many great songs are hidden away in the back catalogue and what a great violinist he is when he’s persuaded or cajoled to play it. Later on, they resurrect Senorita, which Universal missed a trick when they didn’t release it as a single, and it’s at least, if not more uplifting, than Born Of Frustration and Say Something around it in the set.
Feet Of Clay is one of those disarmingly charming melodic songs that James create every so often whilst the album’s title track, about facing an impending sense of your own mortality, should be a nailed on single, punctuated by shrill, sharp blasts of trumpet. Surfer’s Song has the most evidence of the dance grooves, dominated by big bold keyboards and Tim losing himself in the music.
Naturally it’s those two aforementioned singles that get the biggest reception, but they’re not really what tonight is about. Tim attempts to come down to the crowd, but retreats in the face of a wall of camera phones rather than supportive arms to hold him up. Interrogation is a reminder of the power of their previous album La Petite Mort and how much James’ sound evolves between albums as it would feel out of place on the new record.
They finish with Attention which is destined to become a big live favourite. It starts slow, builds then drops down into a section where you know an explosion of sound is coming but you’re not sure just when and when it does all merry hell breaks loose.
They start the encore with Moving On, a song that’s going to find itself immovable from the setlist with the reaction it gets. As the crowd ages with the band it speaks to all of us who have lost people, a very human connection set to music.
Nothing But Love starts with Adrian playing mandolin and six voices in harmony and it’s a world away from that scrappy version that was aired in Scarborough last summer. Easily the most immediate song on a record that will take longer to appreciate but give and reveal more than most of their albums to date, it’s a reminder that for all the diversity of sound over the years, they haven’t lost of the knack of the killer single. They leave, but no one is going anywhere so they’re called back for a second encore of Just Like Fred Astaire, a perfect choice to leave everyone on a high.
These gigs can often be awkward where an audience doesn’t know most of the songs, but have a long list of ones they want to hear, but there’s no such worries tonight as the audience, at least where we were stood, were attentive and wanted to hear the new material rather than the obvious choices. The band look very relaxed and happy to be revealing the new songs to us, Jim reveals to us his precarious route for sneaking into the venue in the 1980s to watch the likes of The Fall and Gang Of Four and Adrian steps into Larry’s big shoes as if he was picking up where he left off in 2001.
The great thing about James has always been that it feels they’re always learning, playing and toying with songs live, working out new ways of playing them, giving them new twists. Armed with a powerful new record that will thrive in the live environment, they show no signs of leaving us just yet.
Tomorrow / Curse Curse / Laid / She’s A Star / Johnny Yen / Walk Like You / Out To Get You / Interrogation / Sound / Sit Down / Moving On / Come Home / Sometimes
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Entering the last weekend of their festival season, James had been invited back to headline the Friday night of Bingley Music Live by popular local demand. Their set featured a selection of their greatest hits as well as tracks from last year’s La Petite Mort album and there was an unfamiliar face on guitar.
Bingley Music Live is a curio in the music festival circuit. Supported by the local council, a rarity in these times shrouded under the cloud of austerity, it effectively takes over a picturesque park in the centre of a Yorkshire market town for a weekend. Tickets are kept ridiculously cheap at £49 for three days of established and up-and-coming bands and it’s got a family-friendly atmosphere as evidenced by the number of young faces in the crowd with and without their parents. There’s the ubiquitous folded chair brigade as well as the organisers somehow deem them less dangerous a weapon than an umbrella.
James are preceded by The Beat who bring back memories of the 1980s and get young and old dancing whilst Cast plod their way through their catalogue of sub-standard Britpop dirge unable to shake off the impression that they somehow conned us all by recycling a La’s b-side for a decade. But as night starts to fall, the band most people are here to see make their way to the stage.
“Hi hooligans” shouts Saul as he bounds on to the stage, perhaps not a wise call after the violent incidents in the crowd recently in Edinburgh and James’ history with the Leeds wrecking crew that adopted them in the 1980s, and they launch in Tomorrow. And it sounds awful. It’s not the band’s fault, nor is it the professional sound man whose reputation could be ruined by one of these gigs where they’ve got no time to set up properly and they have to react to the cards they’re dealt with. It’s so muddy that instruments merge into each other. As they move into Curse Curse, the sound man performs Herculean miracles and manages to knock it into something appropriating shape so that signature keyboard line of Mark’s pierces the fog. Tim comes down to the barrier for the first time and goes crowd-surfing without dropping a note.
Given that Mike Vennart, who is standing in for the resting Larry Gott, has only had an hour and a half’s rehearsal time with the band, it’s no surprise that tonight’s set is focused towards the greatest hits and two of their biggest follow – Laid and She’s A Star. He masters Larry’s signature opening guitar salvo in the former and, now we can actually hear him rather than an amorphous mess, it’s great to hear that he keeps faith with the originals whilst also adding his own little touches and stamp to Sound and Sometimes later in the set and managing to capture that beautiful intimacy on Out To Get You. Whilst it feels strange seeing someone else up there playing other than Larry (or stand-in for the other shows Adrian who was of course with the band between 1997 and 2001) and weird seeing someone play left-handed in that position, his performance is admirable in the circumstances once we can actually hear what he’s playing.
The crowd does drop a little mid-set after a raucous Johnny Yen which sees Tim prowling the stage, encouraging, challenging his band mates, driving them along on a wave of adrenaline fuelled by the love that’s coming from the crowd. The less familiar Walk Like You and Interrogation do mean that some decide it’s time to chatter, but a fierce proud Out To Get You, characterised by a frankly jaw-dropping violin solo from Saul, in between has Bingley waving their arms and singing back the refrain.
Sound battles hard against the sonic obstacles thrown in its way and emerges victorious at the end if a little battered and bruised. All such concerns are well and truly blown away as Sit Down concludes the main part of the set and everyone joins in unison from the kids down the front to the parents in their chairs on the hillside.
The encore starts with Moving On, a beautifully poignant song that doesn’t feel at all out of place around the big hits around it in the set and, judging by the audience’s reaction, one that has struck a nerve with most people at some time in their lives. Bingley goes bonkers though as the opening strains of Come Home bounce around the tree-lined park and Tim braves the hordes and their camera phones protuding in his face to dance on the barrier. Fittingly, the evening finishes with a communal singalong of Sometimes, which has become their major anthem these days, the line “sometimes when I look in your eyes I can see you soul” a metaphor for what James’ music achieves.
This show ended up in some way being a triumph against the odds. With the excitement of a new album in the final stages of being recorded, the personnel issues in the band this summer and the uncertainty that creates, a guitarist who has never played on stage with them before and has had little rehearsal time and tonight’s issues with the sound, James have a lot to contend with. Whilst this wasn’t their best gig ever, the thousands of beaming faces as the set concluded and we dispersed into the night says everything you need to know about how this band battles what fate and circumstance throws at it and usually comes out on top.
Headline slot in the grounds on Princes Gardens in Edinburgh as part of the Magners Live series of concerts.
James headlined the first night of Edinburgh’s Magners Nights festival on the Ross Bandstand in Princes Street Gardens. In front of a boisterous crowd, James played a set mixed with some of their biggest hits, tracks from last year’s La Petite Mort album and a few less well-known tracks from their back catalogue.
With the most picturesque of backdrops, Edinburgh Castle, in the background, James started their set with Walk Like You, the seven-minute opening track from La Petite Mort. As with previous gigs, it’s been refreshing to see how the album appears to have been well-received and people know the songs when they’re played rather than just wanting the greatest hits. The song itself is a great introduction to the set and allows the band room to breathe and experiment, Saul changing instruments mid-song to add some gorgeous violin. She’s A Star and Just Like Fred Astaire follow and Tim comes down to the barrier, joking that he wasn’t going to go crowd surfing as the last time he did in Glasgow resembled the South Park episode where Cartman got an anal probe.
Gone Baby Gone is fresh and loose, the one point where Larry’s absence is at its most noticeable as the jagged guitar riff that runs through the song is replaced by something a little softer. Johnny Yen might be over thirty years old now but it’s as bold and poignant tonight as it’s ever been, a song that’s been through several transformations over the years but is still loved as evidenced by the reception it gets at the end.
Say Something and Laid build the crowd into a frenzy. The former is one of James’ most straight-forward songs but one of the most loved and tonight five-thousand alcohol-fuelled Scots sing back every word. They then go a little bit bonkers as the unmistakable intro to Laid kicks in. As a song usually held back for the finale it’s unusual to hear it mid-set, but no one minds too much as they’re too busy dancing or bouncing around.
The strange set-up of the stage means that the band are a bit hemmed in so Tim is constantly prowling round charging the others up, encouraging them on to improvise and to inspire each other. Adrian puts his own mark on a frantic, frenetic Jam J, all stop-start aural pyrotechnics, before they sooth us with a quiet but emotionally fierce PS and Out To Get You, which again demonstrates Saul’s reluctant mastery of the violin and being able to use it to steal the show.
Curse Curse has become a huge James anthem in the tradition of many of their huge hits. It’s got all those key criteria, you can dance along to it, sing and chant along and yet it’s wrapped up in a packaging that’s very different to anything they’ve done before it. Last time James played in Scotland there was a furore involving the leader of the Scottish Conservatives because they hadn’t played Sit Down on the night, but this year it’s back in the set to remind us all what a singular piece of music it is, a call for unity and togetherness that’s perfect for drunken nights like this. They finish the main set with Sound and tonight it feels like it’s on the edge of breakdown as they improvise and take the song off on tangents that never quite come back to the same point. As the stage fills up with people pulled from the audience, no one minds.
The encore starts with Moving On and a dedication to a young fan that recently passed before the calling card introduction to Come Home sends the crowd into delirium and some frankly atrocious attempts at recreating the 1990s around where we’re stood. They finish, just as the fireworks from the tattoo at the castle on the hill start, with a poignant eerie Top Of The World, a last minute call instead of the more obvious upbeat Sometimes. It’s a brave move to finish the set on such a song, but also feels completely appropriate as the sky behind the stage is lit up.
Come Home / She’s A Star / Johnny Yen / Sometimes / Walk Like You / Just Like Fred Astaire / Curse Curse / Sit Down / Tomorrow / Sound / Moving On / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / Laid
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The picturesque setting of Hardwick Hall was perfect for a day’s music festival. Sunshine, beer, half-decent festival food and a relaxed atmosphere meant the afternoon was a pleasant experience until the sky went dark at seven and we were then treated to four hours of torrential rain that turned the site into a quagmire. At the end of all that James produced a headline set that banished any concerns of trench foot, made us ignore the water streaming down our backs and legs and the lightning and thunder in the sky above us.
The festival setting allowed us to wander round and catch a few bands. Embrace were troubled by wayward sound that seemed to swirl around and go in and out and we’ve never really rated Danny live as a singer so we sauntered off to catch a set by Neon Waltz on the Discovery stage and were impressed by their psychedelic-influenced tunes and their front man’s best Tim Burgess impersonation. Sadly the crowd had seemed more interested in sitting on the deck chairs near the main stage than catching new bands, but the small arena filled up for The Sherlocks. They delivered a fast, feisty set of three minute songs full of confidence that had people dancing and impressing newcomers to them as well.
It was at that point the heavens opened just as 10CC finished I’m Not In Love, Dreadlock Holiday and some frankly hideous harmonising. We took shelter rather than listen and drown to Razorlight and by the time James came on a significant portion of the crowd had given up as the skies lit up, the thunder rumbled and the ground became muddier by the second. What it did though was ensure that those that stayed were really in the mood for the show – ready to let go, dance, sing and jump around as the elements continued to bombard us.
The set was perfect for the situation as well. A series of their biggest hits with the three most accessible parts of last year’s La Petite Mort thrown in for good measure. Come Home had both crowd and band bouncing along as the rain got heavier often making it difficult for us to actually see them up on stage as it ran down our foreheads. The weather didn’t impact on the sound though which had been fixed from earlier on and Ron Yeadon’s additional backing vocals gave the likes of She’s A Star and Curse Curse an extra lift.
Somehow spurred on by the inclement conditions, Sometimes was a revelation. The lyrics about a boy leaning against a wall of rain calling come on thunder somewhat apt as the sky lit up and the rain turned into a sheet rather than a torrent. But still the North East crowd, who usually give the band the best reception on their tours, continued to party regardless, singing back every word.
Most front men would play it safe at this point, but Tim made the slightly unwise decision to come down and meet his crowd and dived amongst us during Fred Astaire, risking being dropped head first in the mud bath that had developed across the site. He just about survived, if a little wetter than when he started. Sit Down ended up as a massive communal singalong, those being blessed by madness the ones, and there’s thousands of us, that had stayed out in these conditions. Tomorrow, like the weather, was an onslaught, ending with Tim and Saul screaming the final part of the song eyeball to eyeball into Tim’s microphone.
They finished the main set with a delirious drawn out version of Sound that rumbles as menacingly as the thunder that returned after a short respite with even more rain attached to it. There was no way that they’re going to be allowed to leave us at this point and Tim came back down to deliver a poignant Moving On perched precariously on the barrier as the rain soaked him through. The evening was topped off with a raucous rendition of Laid that had everyone jumping around once they could free themselves from the mud that had caked around their feet and ankles.
As in Porto last year, the weather made this a really special gig. It had the makings of a standard festival set with half the audiences relaxing on the fold out chairs that were discarded like a middle class garden party reenactment of the Somme by the end of the night. But the storm lit up the band and crowd as well as the sky and make it a night to remember once we’d all dried out and rid ourselves of the mud.
Johnny Yen / She’s A Star / Waltzing Along / Come Home / Gone Baby Gone / Walk Like You / Tomorrow / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / Curse Curse / Interrogation / Out To Get You / Born Of Frustration / Sit Down / Sound / Moving On / Sometimes / Laid
The Sherlocks
Gigs on the Isle Of Man are a bit of a rarity. Added to the fact that this was James’ only indoor full gig of the year as they record their new album in London, it’s a new venue to add to our list and this was the place most likely to see new material revealed made this a must-see gig on their summer calendar. Things haven’t quite panned out as planned though as guitarist Larry Gott is taking a break for this series of gigs with Adrian Oxaal, who played guitar in the band from 1997 to 2001, manfully stepping into the breach – which make this series of shows interesting for an entirely different reason. Support came from the up-and-coming Sheffield band The Sherlocks.
This is the first time we’ve seen The Sherlocks. They’ve played a series of incendiary live shows in their native Sheffield and around the North, but we’d missed them so far. Their social media presence shows they have no lack of confidence in their own ability to the point of arrogance at times (which isn’t always a bad thing), so we were keen to see whether it was just bluster or whether they could deliver.
We have to say we’re surprised at how good they are, that they can match their mouths (or fingers) with the quality of their songs, a rarity these days. They’re not blessed with the best sound set up as James’ travel problems meant they didn’t get a proper sound check, but such things are also a test of how a band can deal with adversity and part of the learning process. They impress the Isle Of Man crowd and there’s a few cries of Yorkshire at the end, but looking past regional parochialism, they look and sound the part – there’s a very tight-knit insistent feel to them helped by the fact they’re two pairs of brothers and when Brandon’s drums lock in with Josh and front man Kiran’s guitars and Andy’s bass it’s clear they’re a band that have an instinctive feel for what each other are doing that’ll serve them well. The reception they get at the end is far warmer and louder than some of the more celebrated support bands James have had in the past few years.
Despite a set full of songs with big sing-along choruses and they’re aware of the power of a three-minute anthem they might just lack a real killer breakthrough single at the moment and there’s the odd point where their (apparent) love of The Courteeners shines through a bit too brightly in a couple of songs, but they are minor quibbles and part of the development process. They play a new song called Blue that stands out towards the end of their set and suggests that they’re still developing as a band and they save their real stand out song Chasing Shadows for the end. They’re clearly not fazed by playing these stages and with a band of the stature of James. Their star is rising.
James open the set with the return of a much-loved classic from their earlier years when they couldn’t get a break. Over thirty years old, Johnny Yen sounds as fresh and revitalised as it ever has. Andy Diagram’s trumpet floating around the ornate setting over the improvised breakdown section. It’s clear immediately that, despite only arriving on the island at six o’clock due to a flight delay allowing virtually no soundcheck and Adrian only having had a couple of hours practice sessions having flown in from Canada, that they mean business. A band can take flight in such circumstances, but James have always faced adversity head on, relished the challenge and battled their way through and tonight what hasn’t killed them off makes them stronger.
The set, by necessity, is packed to the gills with the most familiar of songs from their back catalogue. But rather than disappointing us by not having that curve ball element, it reminds us of just how many stone cold classic singles they have – one stacked in after the other. If James have ever played on the Isle Of Man before it was a long long time ago (they get their first go at sitting down for Sit Down, which hasn’t been seen in the UK for decades) so it’s also perfect for an audience starved of live music without an expensive trip to the mainland. By resting songs for periods, even the likes of their less complex hits She’s A Star and Waltzing Along come back invigorated and uplifting rather than simply a plug in and play disdain that so many bands treat their biggest singles with.
It isn’t all about their big hits though as they play five songs from last year’s La Petite Mort album, the biggest test of Adrian’s ability to reintegrate into the live set. Saul takes lead on some of the guitar parts, Jim and Ron Yeadon help out on backing vocals and Adrian’s natural instincts mean that the songs are as successful as those around them. It’s also refreshing to see how the likes of Curse Curse and Moving On are received as rapturously as the behemoths around them on the setlist. The former almost breaks down at one point, but they rescue it and the smiles on stage show they’re enjoying the evening as much as the rest of us. Interrogation understandably lacks a little of the guitar flourish, but Mark’s keyboards and Andy’s trumpet make up for this and create an unique twist on a song that lends itself to twisted inspiration and improvisation.
It feels like they’re on a mission tonight. Fueled by the need to react to the chaos, Tim prowls the stage, encouraging, coaxing, challenging and engaging with his band mates, like a caged lion hemmed onto the stage by the modest security set up meaning an audience venture was unwise even by his standards, driving Adrian on to let go and show us what he can do on the likes of Sometimes and Sound, inviting a dancer up on to the stage during Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) who gives him a run for his money in the ecstatic dancing stakes.
Andy ends up on the balcony for Sound which closes the set but it’d be tough to top the moment when Saul picks up his violin on Out To Get You and delivers a virtuoso solo that has the band slowly coming back in and building the song to a momentous conclusion, but it’s an evening strewn with highlights and no low points.
Tim tells us that the beauty comes from them not knowing what they’re doing and the circumstances surrounding tonight collide and conspire to create something quite beautiful, special and unique – Tim described it as shamanic and it was one of those nights where music took us all away from the problems of the world for an hour and three quarters and assured us that everything will be alright in the end.