Setlist
Five-O / Say Something / Tomorrow / Jam J / Honest Joe / Laid / Out To Get You / Sit Down / SoundSupport
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At last Tuesday’s Lollapalooza stop at Pine Knob in Clarkston, the Manchester, England, sextet James played an impressive 10-song, 45-minute set of compelling rock ‘n’ roll. Unfortunately, very few people witnessed James’ performance or applauded the group’s efforts, in all likelihood due to an overwhelming number of fans going to the show to see hard rockers Korn and Tool, both of whom followed James on the bill.
Despite the less-than-ideal background for its performance, James nevertheless played with much enthusiasm, determined to win over the cheese-fried minds of the Korn fans who heckled them. James commenced its set with “Five-0,” an intimate song off of James’ landmark 1993 album, “Laid.” Sporting a shiny, metallic disco-ball shirt, black cowboy hat and sunglasses, lead singer Tim Booth joked, “Hi, we’re James. We’re from Las Vegas.” When the song ended, a stagehand assisted Booth with fixing a microphone box attached to his back. Booth then muttered, “He gets to fiddle with me for free,” before violinist/guitarist Saul Davies deadpanned, “The rest of us have to pay.”
After a sweet version of “Waltzing Along,” the next single from James’ new album, “Whiplash,” the group played its biggest U.S. hit to date, the title track off “Laid.” The rather silent crowd – with the exception of a handful of diehards wearing James’ flowery T-shirts – finally came to life during “Laid,” trying unsuccessfully to match Booth’s inimitable falsetto.
Booth surprised just about everyone during “Say Something,” yet another hit off “Laid,” when he left the stage, walked slowly through the pavilion seats and onto the grass, all the while singing perfectly in tune. Numerous teenyboppers in the crowd suddenly affected adoration for the band, trying desperately to touch Booth. He then made his way back down the pavilion and back onto the stage for the rest of the set.
James followed by moving away from its more pop-influenced songs to a couple of more adventurous – and less well-received – ones, the little-known “Jam J” and “Honest Joe,” both of which can be found on the group’s free-form 1994 release, “Wah Wah.” Both had traces of techno in them, and were solidly executed. Perhaps sensing, though, that the crowd’s attention had diverted somewhat, James returned to its trademark three-minute gems.
“Lost A Friend,” from “Whiplash,” was quite winning, but the fans were more appreciative of James’ next song, “Sit Down,” a huge international hit in 1991 that inexplicably didn’t get played much at all stateside. Booth explained to the crowd, “This is English rock, a different species, but from the same tribe,” which brilliantly summed up the less-than-harmonious cultural divide between the band and the Lollapalooza audience. Nevertheless, the group earned respectable applause by many meatheads on the lawn who found the song catchy.
The penultimate song, “Tomorrow,” the intro track to “Whiplash” (and initially found in a more skeletal and raw format on “Wah Wah”), was simply stunning. James ended its set with the keyboard-heavy “Come Home,” an older song found on the band’s 1990 album, “Gold Mother.” When the group left the stage, many people were clapping, but sadly, an even greater number of unenlightened audience members were cheering that James had left and that Korn was about to come on.
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Hello again, I’ve come down to earth a bit since last week – but only just. I’m now floating several inches above the carpet. However, I’ve put my heads together and come to a decision.
With all these gigs going on all over the shop, life has been getting somewhat hectic. This column has degenerated into a shopping list. Not my shopping list of course, because I don’t believe in the things. I just copy the person with the trolley infront, it’s far easier. I just hope their not out shopping for Bonzo again, that Pedigree Anyway, what I was trying to say is that this week I’ve decided to home in on one gig and this week’s gig of the week is James at Middlesbrough Town Hall, a most prestigious affair indeed. Hardboby filled the first support slot. They’re no strangers to Middlesbrough having played recently at the Arena. Once again they really impressed with their big, big sound. A strikingly beautiful singer, with a strikingly odd haircut and a strikingly A slither of jazz and a splash of blues from the trombone and the trumpet. Carmel summed them up perfectly “Garbage in the style of James Bond”.
Shaken not stirred. Silver Sun are another band who’ve darkened these shores a good many times of late. Pretty lucky for us really because they’re a marvellous act. To the left of the stage the introverted guitarist stands hunched up twitching violently. His extravagant fringe flopping over his frets as he petulently plucks at the strings between sudden, spasmodic bursts of ego and extravagance manifesting themselves. In the centre the singer/guitarist dressed in bowling shirt and US college nerd specs, jerks across the floor as if receiving volleys of electricity through his guitar. Silver Sun blast their way through a set of velocity guitar punk but the twist is in the high kicking Beach Boys harmonies. Straight off the Californian beaches and repackaged with attitude. Middlesbrough Town Hall lapped it up and wanted more.
We thought they’d gone for good but James have bounced back. The recent single She’s a Star sounded like a familiar old friend and three years since they were last in town James were back to their finest, new fiddly guitarist or not. They powered on with a biggy Come Home. The whirly keyboards drew vocalist Tim Booth into a dervish special. Arms swirling above his head and body bending like a rubber man. Behind the band several suspended discs took the full brunt of the psychedelic storm. Meanwhile the band beat on, climbing to altitude for the silkiest of chorus lines. The set was a composite of old and new. You could instantly tell the difference, as 1200 people mouthed along to every single word of their favourites. Judging by some of the night’s power plays, the new album Whiplash should be fairly splendid. Old or new, no matter, the applause was frenzied and wrenched from the heart, often spontaneously breaking out before the songs were even completed. When the time came for the final encore the choice was inevitable. Put it this way no-one, but no-one at all was sitting “that” song out. To be totally honest I was never really a great fan of James – but after this gig I’m going to have to seriously reconsider.