Setlist
Laid / She's A Star / Who Are You?Details
- Venue: XFM Studios, Manchester, UK
- Date: 14th May 2007
A semi-acoustic gig for XFM competition winners in Cloud 23 in Manchester’s Hilton Hotel.
A singles compilation album released to coincide with the band’s comeback tour 18 years ago.
Single disc version:
Ring The Bells / Sometimes / How Was It For You / Come Home / Destiny Calling / Laid / Born Of Frustration / Chameleon / I Know What I’m Here For / Seven / Just Like Fred Astaire / Waltzing Along / Say Something / Who Are You? / Lose Control / Sound / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / Tomorrow / She’s A Star / Sit Down
Two disc version:
What’s The World / Folklore / Fire So Close / If Things Were Perfect / Hymn From A Village / Chain Mail / So Many Ways / What For / Ya Ho / Johnny Yen / Sit Down / Come Home / How Was It For You? / Lose Control / Sound / Born Of Frustration / Ring The Bells / Seven / Sometimes / Laid / Jam J / Say Something / She’s A Star / Tomorrow / Waltzing Along / Destiny Calling / Runaground / I Know What I’m Here For / Just Like Fred Astaire / We’re Going To Miss You / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / Who Are You? / Chameleon
Release Name: | Fresh As A Daisy – The Singles |
Artist Name: | James |
Release Date: | 30th April 2007 |
Format: | Compilation Album |
Catalogue: | 173184-6 (double) |
BBC Manchester Review: Fresh As A Daisy – The Singles is a new Best Of compilation released in April 2007 to coincide with the reformation of James and their first live shows for five and a half years. The album comes into two CD formats. The single disc version, aimed at supermarkets and casual buyers, features 20 of the band’s biggest hits including two new songs Who Are You? and Chameleon. The two disc version features all James singles in chronological order, plus all the tracks from the two debut singles Jimone and James II. Four tracks – What’s The World, Fire So Close, If Things Were Perfect and Chain Mail – are released on cd in studio version form for the very first time. There is also a companion DVD version.
In the rather cramped dark recesses of the Live Room in the basement of Manchester’s flagship HMV store, James played a very short 25 minute set with a stripped down set of equipment to fans who had queued, some overnight, for wristbands for entry to the gig and a short signing session (1 item per person, fill in the gaps please, I said 1 item…)
With an audience of people who’d demonstrated such a will to be there, the atmosphere was white hot (given the surroundings) by the time the band arrived on stage, about 25 minutes later than advertised. They kicked off with Out To Get You, a rather inspired recent addition to the setlist. As with the other shows, it’s met with delirium by the crowd and rightly so. Even on a much smaller stage, the interaction between the band as the song builds to a climax is a joy to watch. The crowd naturally love it.
Now, you’re doing an instore to promote your new singles album, so the sensible thing to do would be to pick a selection of tracks from it for a six song instore. Song two and we haven’t had a song off it so far. Really Hard sounds beautiful in the confined surroundings. Over twenty years old, it’s aged to perfection, it maintains the vitality and freshness that drew so many people into 1985/6 model James. Most of the crowd know it, so there’s little chatter.
Chain Mail again benefits from the more intimate surroundings and the knowledge of the crowd. I’d initially not been a great fan of this reworking, but it makes perfect sense now. Slowed down, allowing Tim to emphasise the words, it doesn’t sound like a twenty year old song. James don’t sound like a twenty five year old band either.
Given that there had been no tracks at all from Millionaires in the setlists to date, it’s a surprise when Just Like Fred Astaire makes an appearance, although it’s a very welcome one. The song, enhanced by more guitars and shorn of its backing vocals, sounds superb.
Tim introduces She’s A Star about an ex-girlfriend whose name in Indian meant Star. It’s played in the stripped down format of recent gigs and makes more sense in this environment, passionate yet technically proficient. The crowd, predictably, go wild. The band were due to leave stage at this point, but remained on stage to perform a short frenetic version of Laid, before leaving to rapturous applause.
Although a relatively short set and part of the “machine”, it was a great success. The band were in good form, except flu-ridden Dave. Tim, at one point, asked for all young ones to be allowed down to the front so that they could see and makes jokes about people camping out all night and a woman who wanted his hat for doing so. Instores tend to be a turn up, play the hits, sign everything quickly, and leave. Not this one.
Fresh As A Daisy - The Videos, a 2007 Studio DVD by James.
Companion video release for Fresh As A Daisy – The Singles. Contains promotional videos of all major single releases to date and performances from BBC TV.
Laid / She’s A Star / Come Home / I Know What I’m Here For / Born Of Frustration / Waltzing Along / Just Like Fred Astaire / Say Something / Seven / Lose Control / Tomorrow / What For / Runaground / We’re Going To Miss You / Ring The Bells / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / So Many Ways / Sound / How Was It For You? / Destiny Calling / Sometimes / Sit Down
Extra features: Say Something (Original Version) / Sit Down ’98 / Live performances on The Old Grey Whistle Test, Top Of The Pops and Later… With Jools Holland / Full Interactive UK Discography
Release Name: | Fresh As A Daisy - The Videos |
Artist Name: | James |
Release Date: | 30th April 2007 |
UK Chart: | n/a |
Format: | Studio DVD |
Label: | Fontana |
Catalogue: | DVD - 984 836-2(6) |
Produced: | Various |
Engineered: | Various |
Mixed: | Various |
Additional Musicians: | |
Recorded: | Various |
Fresh As A Daisy – The Singles DVD was released on April 30, 2007 to coincide with the CD release on the same day. The DVD features 24 videos from singles ranging from So Many Ways through to Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) plus extras from The Old Grey Whistle Test in 1985, Top Of The Pops performances between 1991 and 1994 and Later With Jools performances in 1998 and 1999.
Fresh As A Daisy – The Singles DVD was released on April 30, 2007 to coincide with the CD release on the same day. The DVD features 24 videos from singles ranging from So Many Ways through to Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) plus extras from The Old Grey Whistle Test in 1985, Top Of The Pops performances between 1991 and 1994 and Later With Jools performances in 1998 and 1999.
So, 16,000 people, hometown show, a massive weight of expectation on the homecoming heroes, it was always going to be quite a night. And it was. It answered once for all the question as to whether there is a place for James in the hearts and minds and music collections of the masses. All the questions about how new material were answered by the response to Who Are You, Chameleon and Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release]. Quite the implications for James future are probably best left for another day.
The show opens with a procession of flag waving girls, drummers and a band coming through the crowd stage-right and then up onto the stage as the music to Come Home started and the band appeared as the curtain dropped that was shielding them from the crowd. Personally, I’m not sure why they felt the need to do this. It seemed a little gimmicky, a little unnecessary. James 2007, lest we forget, is all about the music. A band back to remind everyone exactly how bloody good they were and how good they can still be. The front of the crowd becomes one heaving sweaty mass. It’s seventeen years since Come Home opened the G-Mex show that announced for real James’ arrival as a band capable of filling and conquering these arenas, it’s kind of fitting that seventeen years later, it can still have the same effect.
Waltzing Along and Ring The Bells maintain the momentum. Despite the distance and height from crowd to band, there is still the intimacy in the connection that could get easily lost without the close contact. All the nuances and flourishes that the band add to their music are still there, Tim is a frontman like no other, yet the crowd lap it up. It’s a very special band that can sound so fresh in such a cavern, it’d be very easy to give into the sense of occasion, play everything very straight and go from hit to hit to hit. Hymn From A Village follows, it’s spindly, jagged, folky qualities all there, yet it fills the room with such ease, such dogged grace that everyone surrenders.
Destiny Calling does verge on the edge of throwaway. With so many people there, it’s a very easy singalong, chant back number, but it’s rescued by a quintessential James improvised ending which keeps the crowd dancing whilst Tim whirls and twists stage centre.
The two new songs get a very good reception. Who Are You is the most recognised of the two, and it’s good to note it wasn’t used by many as an excuse to go and get a drink, go to the toilet or talk to their mates. Chameleon rocks like hell. Despite Saul claiming they’d probably screw it up, they don’t, and it has a structure, a power it has been developing towards over the tour but hadn’t quite reached.
Play Dead, sadly didn’t seem to transfer itself across as well to the wider surroundings of the arena. It has been a real highlight throughout the tour and it saddens me to say it. The performance is still great, the crescendo of vocals at the end still brings the hairs on the back of the neck to stand up.
Chain Mail is magical though. Ideally paced now, Tim prowls the stage, emphasising the words, it builds and builds to the final chorus and explodes. It does however get usurped by Out To Get You. It’s a little unfair to any song to have to precede or follow this since it was introduced to the set. Tim calls it “stadium rock” at the end, it’s not. It’s not even near. It’s about connection, it’s about lyrics that anyone can relate to and accompanied by what would appear to be a minimalist musical backing, which just adds so much to the power of Tim’s words. You don’t need big choruses, big guitar solos, grand gestures to have a crowd this size eating out of the palm of your hand. Well, James don’t. I can’t speak for other bands.
Riders is similar. Nearly twenty years since being one of the songs that live lead the NME, in the days before the cult of (lack of) personality and the need to cover boybands to keep the wolf from the door, to declare James the best live band in the country. It typifies just what is so special about James and why live is where you get them at their very, very best.
It’s lyric sheet time again for Upside Downside. It does appear to have become more settled and fixed lyrically now, and it benefits from it. Tim jokes it’s the first time anyone has ever sung a song from a lyric sheet in the arena, which could well be true. The song itself doesn’t get lost in the size of the arena. The next time James grace this venue, if that’s the course they take, they’ll have six, seven or eight new songs. The crowd reaction to it suggests that they could well pull it off.
The set draws to a close with a medley of the more familiar. Getting Away With It starts once Saul has got his equipment sorted, after Larry has taken the piss. The crowd greet it like an old friend, the centre of the moshpit heaves again, getting heavier as it’s followed by Sometimes and Johnny Yen. During Sometimes, Tim makes his customary foray down into the crowd and sings most of the song stood on the barrier. Johnny Yen catches fire for the first time on this tour, the improvised section ends with Tim on the floor as the music builds to a crescendo accompanied by frenetic lighting. The crowd go absolutely wild.
Tomorrow keeps the pace white hot before the opening bars of Sit Down are greeted with the biggest roar of the evening. As before, the performance is relatively straight, the crowd sing back every word, the band add a small improvised ending and then they’re gone. 16,000 people are on their feet in appreciation.
Say Something sees Tim start the encore by climbing off stage and going into the first tier seats to sing, struggling to get back at the end of the song as he was mobbed by adoring fans. Gold Mother sees the arena bathed in orange lights, fans invited on stage to dance and the band improvising their way through the chaos around them. It’s absolutely stunning stuff, people stand astonished at what they’re seeing in front of them. Laid has the whole standing section as a heaving mass and the whole seating section are on their feet.
They come back for a second encore. The new stripped down version of She’s A Star works fantastically well in the wider surrounds of the arena. An on-stage discussion sees the set finish with an impromptu How Was It For You, that gets its first play since Nambucca. It’s fast, frenetic and sends the crowd wild and then they’re gone. Tim leaves telling the crowd “this is a comeback, the way forward”.
So, a great finish to the tour. James manage to maintain the variety and vitality of the set in such cavernous surroundings. It is a comeback, what comes next will be fascinating to see. The new material bodes well for the future of the band, there is a mass of built up goodwill for them to tap into, as demonstrated each night on this tour. There are exciting times ahead.
COMEBACKS can be good news and they can be bad news.
They could, for instance, be Pink Floyd at G8, or conversely they could be Northside – boasting one original member – back from the grave with a clutch of tedious indie hits that no one wanted to buy the first time round.
Back in 2001, when James waved farewell to a gathering of 15,000 at the MEN Arena, they joined the likes of Morrissey and Marr and Brown and Squire as ‘Manchester sons least likely to share a stage again’; the sort of event you’d believe when you saw it and flog your first born to get tickets for.
But sure enough, here they are, surrounded by flag bearers and drummer boys pounding out the opening bars of Come Home, back in the bosom of their home city.
And it’s perhaps, then, no surprise that they choose the tune that launched several thousand t-shirts to make their entrance at the very venue that waved them off, or that deep in the mosh pit barely a note or lyric filters through the resultant sing-along. It’s a loaded choice – and it’s lost on no one.
“We’ve come home,” says frontman Tim Booth, breathlessly, scanning the masses with a somewhat bewildered expression before launching into Destiny Calling and reducing the faithful to cheers/tears/nostalgic laughter as he breaks into his full puppet-on-broken-strings dance routine, flailing shamanistically like a man assembled without bones.
It’s been more than ten years since the current James ensemble took to the stage together following the departure of guitarist Larry Gott back in 1996 after Laid. But they’re tight and confident; Hymn From a Village, lifted from their 1985 Factory single, sounds as sparky as ever and stands up well next to a clutch of guitar-heavy new songs – single Who Are You, Chameleon and Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release] (written “on the road” and performed by Tim with lyric sheet in hand) – and even the electo obscurity and a cappella harmonies of Whiplash’s Play Dead.
A tinkered with Chain Mail shows the band are keen not to rest on the strength of their back catalogue and that Tim’s vocal range has lost none of its heavenly highs or impossible lows, while Strip-mine’s Riders builds to a dramatic finale as the band are plunged into darkness before belting out the closing bars.
Out To Get You touches all the tingly parts that other songs can’t reach and proves the dark horse rabble raiser, while Johnny Yen, Sit Down and Sometimes – with Tim balancing on the safety barrier, twirling his hips like a charmed cobra – are more predicatable favourites.
With his taste for crowd interaction fully whetted, Tim breaks out of the stage confines to get up close and personal with those in the “cheap seats”,
returning to the fold for 1991 album track Gold Mother, fluffing a few lines amid all the excitement and summoning some front row supporters on stage for a boogie.
Encore two – a stripped bare version of She’s a Star, dripping in slide guitar and spotlessly performed – seals the deal and Tim’s parting shot says it all: “This isn’t a comeback,” he pants, forming a huddle with the rest of the band, “it’s a new beginning”. Amen to that.
Six years after they disbanded, the resurrected local indie legends wind up a sold out tour with a homecoming gig for the expectant Manchester faithful.
As the lights dim, teenage cheerleaders with flags appear at the end of the arena. They dance their way through the crowds and onto the stage accompanied by a marching band whose traditional brass sounds gradually begin to pick up the tune to ‘Come Home’. Suddenly the curtain rises to reveal the full band bursting into the song with Tim Booth writhing and twisting centre stage.
What follows is a powerful delivery from a reignited band with a new lease of life. The set features many crowd pleasing favourites such as ‘Sometimes’, ‘Sit Down’ and ‘Say Something’ (sung as Tim climbs through the audience). But there is also an experimental edge to the night as more obscure relics such as ‘Riders’, a dark tale of one of the singer’s nightmares, are given an airing. The highlight of a clutch of new songs was one that they explain has only just been written and is sung from a lyric sheet almost as it’s being born. “Too good to miss,” quips Tim, and I have to agree, as it sounds like a classic new James song with an uplifting, ethereal chorus that is as good as anything they have ever written.
There’s an extended version of ‘Goldmother’ which becomes a vehicle for improvised tribal rhythms and dance, featuring projected prenatal human images of a backdrop behind the band. Members of the audience are invited onto the stage to join the party. The penultimate offering is a beautifully stripped down and languorous reworking of ‘She’s a Star’ which greatly improves on the original.
The evening fittingly concludes with a storming ‘How Was it For You’ with Tim’s gyrating and contorted frame remaining in the mind as a final image of an awesome return. “This is not a comeback but a way forward,” he says as they leave the stage. “Thanks for a beautiful welcome”.”
In the last few years, we’ve welcomed back Morrissey and Take That, and the Happy Mondays are just round the corner. Few, though, could’ve expected the return of James.
Unexpected it may have been but a sold-out Arena was enough to show that the appetite for the thinking Manc’s band is still very much there. Yet what people got for their money was probably not what they expected.
This was stadium rock on a shoestring. Forget the fancy stage dressings and intoxicating light show; but for a few back projections and an ill-conceived marching band, this could have been taken straight to the stage of a much smaller venue with little hassle.
Indeed, the quality of the sound seemed to suggest it already had. With responsibility split directly between the band’s somewhat under-rehearsed renditions and the inability to actually get the levels right on stage, there were a myriad of moments when things were mistimed, the vocals dropped out or it all just resembled a bit of a thrown together shambles.
Still, maybe it was the genuine love that flowed between the band and the fans, maybe it was the sheer volume of the singalongs or maybe it was just Tim Booth’s freaky dancing – so vibrant it could still knock Bez into next week; whatever it was, somehow, it actually worked.
Rampant versions of Johnny Yen, Tomorrow, Chain Mail and Laid probably helped, as did Booth’s clawed-at wander through the seats during the encored Say Something and his clambering onto the crash barriers for Sometimes.
But it wasn’t just about the past. This being the ever unpredictable James, not only did we get both new tracks from their recent singles collection, there was even space for a song so new that Booth had to read the freshly written lyrics from a sheet of paper.
He’d claimed it was because it was “too good for you to miss”. The jury is out on that but it certainly showed that there’s plenty of life in the old dogs yet.
After two encores, closed inevitably with How Was It For You?, the band huddled for a bow. “This is not a comeback,” beamed Booth, “this is the way forward.” Providing they actually spend some time rehearsing and sort out the sound, he might be right.
Here we go again, here we go again, the show is just beginning. Just when you thought things couldn’t get better, this band just, almost effortlessly, step up and deliver something more intense and more passionate than last time. Thursday’s show had been a very high watermark for James in terms of London gigs, where the audiences had traditionally been less enthusiastic, less ready to celebrate with the band. Tonight just raised that bar, not just in terms of London, but the whole tour.
Come Home opens the show. As the previous night, it starts with the band behind a curtain, which drops to reveal them just as Tim starts the lyrics. But it’s different, the opening doesn’t give away the song, the fluidity in the new arrangements allow Larry and Mark to paint different guitar lines and keyboards over the base of Dave’s drums and Jim’s bass. The crowd are already eating out of the band’s hands.
Destiny Calling, Ring The Bells and Seven merely confirm the initial impression that this is going to be another special night in what is becoming an affirmation that James are here to claim their rightful crown as the most exciting live band in the country. There’s no regimented setlist, no NME fuelled hype that leaves half the crowd knowing three or four big hits and nothing else. If you take your eyes off Tim, you miss Saul, who is always, if nothing else, unpredictable, or Larry, who is an absolute joy to watch. You have to wonder what would have happened had he not left.
Who Are You seems to confirm that although Radio 1 is too interested in the Kaiser Chiefs, Arctic Monkeys, Kasabian et al – good bands but limited in their scope, the band’s music is getting across to some of their audience. The internet, if used judiciously, could be a big big tool for James to get themselves back into the wider public perception. That and Chameleon do calm down the crowd as they’re not as well known as what’s gone before, but the reception at the end is no less muted.
Honest Joe leaves people standing open-mouthed. This side of James, also evidenced by tracks such as Stutter and Jam J when played live, isn’t one that’s too familiar, but the power, the excitement, the adrenalin and the sheer wall of noise leave many stood around me simply awestruck.
As if to hammer home the contrast, Lullaby follows. It’s given the respect the subject matter and the fragility of the song deserve. With a few notable exceptions, the crowds on this tour have been exceptionally receptive to the nuggets James have mined from their back catalogue. Riders is a case in point. A twenty year old album track is met with hands in the air clapping, the song as fresh as it ever was, a tumult of applause at the point the song jerks to a halt before starting again.
Out To Get You is, as it has been since it was reintroduced, one of the highlights of the set. The crowd see it as a rallying cry. Some join in Larry’s backing vocals, some play Tim, some wave their arms in the air, and the rest just stand in awe. At point, Saul, Jim, Larry and Tim converge centre stage, then Jim faces Larry, whilst Tim faces Saul, inches away from each other’s faces. The reception is simply astonishing. If you were to put yourself in the band’s shoes, this would have to be the ultimate confirmation that this is where they should be, that they’re doing the right thing. And you’d be blown away by this reaction.
Don’t Wait That Long is the unfortunate song left to follow in its wake. It’s the one possible lower point in the evening. The crowd seems to have temporarily shot its load and the end section is a little messy, but it’s all relative I guess.
Before launching into Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release], Tim urges London to let down its image as capital of cool. I think the audience already had. Upside is, again, everything that’s exciting, fresh and alive about this reunion. Half-finished maybe, but that’s half the beauty of it. It’s full of twists and turns, musically. Lyrically it’s developed into a song about missing a loved one away from home (hopefully after only a week on the road, it’s not a problem James are going to need to deal with).
Getting Away With It gets the audience more mobile as James move back to more familiar territory for the closing section of the show. Sometimes is thrown in next to the surprise of many. It just sends the moshpit wilder and further back than it had been previously. Tomorrow does the same. There’s a communication between band and audience that no other band I’ve ever seen has managed to create.
Sit Down merely confirms victory for James. Again, sung very straight, it reminds the whole world that behind the saturation of radio play, it being the only song infidels know, the numerous single versions, it’s a fucking great song. It’s a call to arms, but also a very personal intimate song in a way that very few songs can ever hope to achieve. The crowd don’t care that they’re not given the chance to sing it themselves. The band leave the stage, Tim telling the audience that they’re delighted to be back, they’re glad they’ve done it because it is the right thing to do.
Gold Mother opens the encore and sees Tim pull some carefully placed dancers onto stage to join what is already a chaotic mess. Tim prowls the stage, dancing with everyone he can find, Larry and Saul go walkabout, the strobes penetrate the darkness, the song goes down alley after alley, it’s stunning stuff.
Waltzing Along starts with the crowd singing the opening guitar part which makes Larry crease laughing. That and first encore closer Laid have the crowd back in mosh mode, Laid’s extended ending bringing the set to a close.
One quick side-stage conversation later and they come back for the slowed down then normal speed She’s A Star. As I’ve said before, it’s an odd set closer, given the pace at which it’s performed. The crowd naturally love it.
So another great show, on a par with the second night in Glasgow as the top show of the tour so far. The way however the band have grown in confidence from night to night and the anticipation in their hometown, suggests tonight’s gig might just be something extra special.
It’s getting really difficult to write these reviews now, thinking of new superlatives to use to describe the performances of the band at these shows. Physically and mentally the emotion of the tour is taking its toll too. I’m losing my voice rapidly, getting by on three or four hours sleep due to adrenalin post-gig. I’ve done whole James tours before, but that was post 1997 and James then aren’t what James are now. I hope those that are newer to the James family now understand what us old farts meant when we talked about the James live experience. I know it was difficult given the standard of post 1997 performances, but this is different, very different.
Come Home opens with the whole band behind a curtain, before it crashes to the floor as Tim starts to sing, wearing the rather horrible check suit he had on in Glasgow (bang goes the theory of the last minute backstreet hire shop). It’s tighter than in previous nights, the crowd have the space to dance, the slope allows most of them to see, so it’s not as hot or as heavy as previous nights. Probably as well as most of us are not getting any younger. Waltzing Along has the crowd near me singing the introduction tune and there’s a lovely piece of improvisation by Larry during the song. Ring The Bells is stunning, there’s an improvised ending again that builds and builds and builds with Tim adding his lyrics over the top.
The next song is dedicated to The Twang who have been pestering for the song since the tour began. They got their way in Birmingham on Tuesday and Hymn From A Village has been kept in the set. There are pockets of recognition in the crowd, some people continue to dance even though they don’t know it, and it doesn’t sound 20+ years old. Tim alludes to the fact it’s probably older than some of the crowd before introducing Who Are You as a song written a couple of months ago. The reception it gets bodes well for airplay and sales and it being a loved part of the James canon. Chameleon sounds much stronger tonight, it has an interesting beginning which I can’t work out whether it is a screw up or not. Tim’s lyrics in the end section are a little clearer too.
Play Dead is the first of a number of a songs to benefit from the wider expanse of the stage in terms of lighting opportunities. The strobe effects on this song complement the electronic hum of the song perfectly.
Chain Mail lopes and lollops, in a nice way, to its crashing chorus. There are again pockets of dancing and singing around the venue, a sign that some of the older fans have been enticed back into the reunion, but by the end the reception is as strong as for almost everything else that was played at this gig. Fresh As A Daisy indeed.
Except Out To Get You. Whoever put this on the Best Of is probably worthy of a knighthood for services to Jamesdom (hey, I did say these reviews were becoming a struggle). Grown men cry, arms are raised aloft, people choose to sing either Tim or Larry’s part. All this against a very simple but stunning white background against which the band appear in silhouette form. By the end, Saul and Larry are almost eyeball to eyeball, Tim is down on his knees. The highlight of the evening. Perhaps the tour. 4000+ people are in unison.
Five-O, musically, is just as good. Laid still is, in my view, the creative peak of the band to date. The simplicity, the mastery of the tempo just radiate throughout. Larry’s slide sends tingles racing up the spine.
I’ve probably bored you all senseless going on about how great I think Upside / Downside is. And it didn’t disappoint again tonight. The crowd reaction is hopefully a gauge that there is a genuine interest in a future James and this isn’t just a celebration of the past. Let’s hope the band can get something out to us sooner rather than later. It’d be a shame to lose the momentum and massive goodwill this tour has given them.
Into the closing “hits” section, Getting Away With It is quite subdued tonight, it doesn’t quite take off in the way it has previously. Say Something sees Tim making his customary foray into the audience and we get crowdsurfers. To me, Say Something has been the one disappointment of the tour, it’s felt on nights it’s thrown out because it has to be, but it’s a minor quibble.
Johnny Yen is gorgeous. Actually I’ll rephrase that as not to encourage members of my messageboard. The performance is gorgeous. Backed with the strobes, there is an urgency, a passion that twenty one year old album tracks shouldn’t by most laws be allowed to have. The crowd treat it like an old friend, Tim talks about Iggy Pop, the band go off on tangent after tangent, yet remain utterly coherent.
Tomorrow, which Saul tried to play before Johnny Yen, stops after about half a minute. There’s some minor altercation which seems like good spirits, the crowd hurl themselves into it and the song has all the power in the world. Then, to close, Sit Down is sung faithfully by the crowd. Upstairs, security adopt their traditional Brixton jackboot tendencies and frown on those wishing to stand.
Following what seems like an eternity the band come back on and start Gold Mother. The only predictable thing about this song is that it’ll be totally different from any other night on the tour. Tim goes stage right and gets six people up on stage to dance. Four appear to be people he knows (by after-show wristbands) and two more. Their frenetic dancing (and a girl on girl kiss, which I missed) just adds to the utter madness of the song. At one point, Tim positions himself between the dancers and join in.
Laid sounds fresher than previous nights on the tour, by this point the crowd is a mess of steaming bodies hollering back most of the words. Sometimes, once Saul lets Tim speak, is introduced as being about connection. The song spins and spirals to its conclusion before the lights come up and James greet their London audience, won over by the sheer magnitude of what they’ve witnessed. London has lost the cool that Tim had alluded to at some length earlier.
They come back to perform the slowed down version of She’s A Star. The crowd sing back every word, yet it’s still a subdued way to end a set which so many highs, and almost no lows. Again, not quite up there with the heights of Glasgow Saturday and Newcastle, but miles and miles ahead of 99.9% of the bands ever to grace this famous stage.
Well, that was a warm one. This was my first visit to the main hall of Birmingham’s Carling Academy and it’s an interesting venue, wide and not very deep with a standing balcony. For sold out gigs, this creates the problem that everyone wants to be downstairs so by the time James come on stage, it’s absolutely solid downstairs even at the side where those of who like to have a dance and a groove retire to. The venue clearly had airconditioning yet they were loathe to use it, even despite Tim’s comments early in the set about the sweat that was being created. The sound system was excellent, once some guitar feedback had been ironed out early on.
As with most of the recent shows, the set opened with Come Home. Immediately, the venue was transformed into one heaving mass of people, trying desperately to find space to dance and mosh and holler the words back at Tim. Again, the song was loose, fluid, leaving Larry lots of space to weave his magic over the song. Destiny Calling followed and benefitted from an extended, elongated, improvised ending as the crowd went mental. Ring The Bells just kept the momentum going, building to a stunning climax of Tim shouting over the ending as the band ratcheted the noise up another notch.
Seven subdues the audience a little, which is surprisingly, considering it does appear on the Best Of and the ecstatic response for Hymn From A Village a little later (which appears after it). The intro remains shortened, and works better that way in all honestly. It’s such an impassioned song, leading one guy to declare his heart to Tim. A cry of “play Johnny Yen, Tim” gets mistaken for “suck my fucking tit” causing much amusement to crowd and band alike.
Who Are You and Chameleon are thrown in together and the crowd stand, listen, a few continue dancing, the odd person (not as in strange) sing along. Chameleon gets stronger on each play, Tim’s end section lyrics are still pretty indecipherable which is a real shame.
Honest Joe cranks up, the strobes start, people fall over as they try to move around in the dark. It sounds great but doesn’t quite have the massive impact it has had on other nights, the ending seems a little flat and the crowd, generally, don’t quite know what to make of it.
Really Hard, Out To Get You, She’s A Star and Five-O slow the pace down and there’s an enthusiastic reception to this section of the show. The four songs really demonstrates Larry’s mastery of the guitar and what James missed on his departure. As one Red hero hit top form a hundred miles away, another Red legend led James, holding the audience spellbound. Out To Get You was the highlight of the whole show, the band descending into an improvised end section with Saul, Tim and Larry forming a triangle centre stage, Jim edging towards them. The audience applause, as in Glasgow and Newcastle left the band stunned and continued for a couple of minutes. She’s A Star definitely fits in better in the middle section too as it fits in more with the mood and breaks up the lesser known songs for those not so familiar with the back catalogue.
The lyric sheets come out again which can only mean one thing, Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release]. Tim’s still playing around with the lyrics but the chorus seems to be fixed and there’s a couple singing along. The key change is immense as the band take the song to its end with Tim swirling around stage, still affected by his shoulder injury.
Getting Away With It, Say Something, Tomorrow and Sit Down close the set. The crowd get warmer and warmer and messier as the show builds to its end. Tim comes into the crowd for Say Something causing a melee to get close to him that gave others a little room to dance. Tomorrow is wild, before the crowd recognise the first bars of Sit Down and sing along, the smiles of the band melting into one as the whole of Birmingham seem to be singing along.
Despite not having rehearsed it before the day, James play Hymn From A Village, following much requesting from The Twang (witnessed by me the night before). It’s mental, all over the place, but brilliant stuff. Gold Mother again sounds completely different from previous nights, but has the same effect on the crowd, who lose themselves in the frenzy. Laid and Sometimes close the set and send the whole place into raptures.
This was a great gig, it didn’t quite meet the top of the barometer standards of the second night in Glasgow and Newcastle, but that’s a horrendous benchmark to set a band night after night. A fresh set, fresh life in the playing, freshness in the crowd (well, apart from the sweat). Lovely stuff.
WHEN James announced they were to tour after re-uniting earlier this year the tickets sold out in a matter of hours.
The lasting popularity of the early ‘Madchester’ frontrunners stands as a testament to the irresistible appeal and durability of their string of hit singles which spanned the 1990s.
By combining euphoric, bouncing melodes with lyrics about frustration, despair and alienation James found an unlikely recipe for success which yielded Waltzing Along, Born Of Frustration and fans’ favourite Sit Down. Audaciously unique explorations about sexual taboos – Laid and How Was It For You? – and fame – Destiny Calling – ensure their back catalogue is as individual as it is brilliant.
But this James reunion is far more than just a greatest hits tour and singer Tim Booth is quick to stress the band’s desire to write and record new songs.
Indeed a sizeable portion of this gig was turned over to airing fresh material – so fresh that Booth required written notes to remind him of the lyrics to one song he had amended the night before.
Herein lies the problem, much of this new material just does not sound like the James that so many people love and struggles to stand shoulder to shoulder with the earlier, catchier material.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons the band chose to axe so many favourite tunes from the set list. Waltzing Along, How Was It For You? were both disappointingly absent, as was the entirety of the much lauded Millionaires album.
Alternatively perhaps the band have tired of endlessly repeating their old songs and are simply revelling in the opportunity to play something new. That would certainly account for the band’s heavy harmonising and reinvention on songs such as She’s A Star and Sit Down.
Whatever the reasons for this apparent shift of direction James would be well advised to think long and hard before abandoning the musical formula and the back catalogue which propelled them to superstardom.
The fact that their faithful rendition of Laid was the clear highlight of this gig and provoked a state of near ecstasy among the crowd was a clear indication of what James’ legion of fans want more of the same. After two and a half decades the band have certainly earned the right to experiment and to reinvent themselves – even if that means more music like the meandering, conceptual piece about contractions which cluttered their encore.
James undoubtedly still have the songs and the stage presence to win a whole new generation of adoring fans.
But on this evidence there remains a question mark over whether their new-look material can match the success of the old.
Wow. Again.
It’s getting difficult to find words to talk about most of these shows. Last night was my 102nd James show and I guess it was the first for some of the crowd given the younger faces, yet the whole place – new fan, old man, casual fan, diehard – was reduced to a heaving mass by the end by a powerful combination of a selection of hits plus a middle section of new songs, old favourites and choices from the depths of James vast, varied and glorious past. The set, in James tradition, contained something for everything, and, gauging from the audience reaction, a lot of people discovered and loved a side to James that they had maybe not heard before. James gigs have generally always been massive celebrations of great music, and more importantly great musicianship. Now, they’re stoked by a fire burning deep inside the collective belly that hasn’t been burning this strong for a long long time.
Within a few bars of Come Home, the Academy has surrendered. It’s a bizarre venue, dancing is like trampolining with glue on your feet. It really felt that the floor could give way at any minute. Come Home is a blast. It’s unfaithful enough musically from the original to give it something different, but faithful enough to send everyone wild. Waltzing Along and Ring The Bells simply maintain the pace, the sound mix is pretty perfect. Even in a mass of bodies pushing for space, it’s possible to hear subtle elements coming through – Mark’s keyboards and later Saul’s violin pierce through the drums and guitars at times. There may be six people on stage at these shows, but you need to add two more people to this mix. The lights and sound are as integral to the show as everything else, because as James go from one tangent to another, they need to follow to hold it all together.
Play Dead does for a while stop the audience in their tracks. It’s not that familiar to most of the crowd, but there’s very little chatter, sauntering off to the bar. People stand and watch and when it’s over, they go mad. It’s game on. The next move, to continue the rather bad sporting analogy, is something out of the top draw, something you’d expect from the Ronaldinho’s, Messi’s, Ronaldo’s of the world. If Things Were Perfect is probably older than some of the crowd, dating back possibly to the pre-Tim days, and I can’t recall having heard it for twenty years (apart from the Hoxton show) and it’s thrown into a baying Newcastle crowd, who treat it like an old friend. Whilst it doesn’t maintain the quirky charm of an early eighties Factory band, it’s imbued with something special, something that you can only call Jamesian, because I could write a thesis on what makes this band different from anyone else.
Who Are You is introduced as the new single (probably the first promotion of it I’ve heard so far) and there are pockets of the crowd that treat it just like any other single James have released. There are some people singing along. So it seems like it is getting across even though you can’t actually go out and buy it yet.
Chain Mail had been a worry in Glasgow, a little flatter than some of the other songs. No such worries tonight, it seems to have a different arrangement, more of the crowd appear to know it and the chorus crashes in at the end and it sounds wonderful.
It takes only a few bars of Out To Get You for the venue to erupt. It’s amazing that was a six minute mess (in the very nicest sense of the word) of a b-side from 1990, got resurrected for the acoustic tour, ended up opening Laid, found its way on to the Best Of and then, when thrown into the middle of a set, just totally grabs everyone in the place. Having this on the Best Of was a masterstroke, as it gives the audience an insight of a different James away from the singles, with a mastery of the quieter, slower moments that they’ve never been given the credit for that they deserve.
Don’t Wait That Long follows and I may have lost it here because I was convinced they missed out a whole section of the song. I think, more likely, is that the combination of Larry’s guitar, Jim’s bass and Geoff’s lighting just took me off into a world of my own. Tim asked the audience if they were handling the weird set, that they were playing it out of their respect that the audience would listen to it and weren’t there just for the hits.
Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release] follows, and this has developed into a song about being on the road and away from home. I’m not going to bore anyone with how great I think this is, but I did learn last night the soaring bit is actually a key change. Wish I’d known that when I failed that music exam 24 years ago.
Tim’s opening to Johnny Yen is almost lost in the applause for Upside, but the crowd greet it like an old friend. As passionate, as improvised as ever, the vocal improvisation namechecks Iggy Pop amongst others. Quite rightly, this is taking its place on the new Singles collection (out on Monday on 2 cd, cd and dvd people) as it’s as an integral part of the James legacy and live experience as any of the singles.
English Beefcake makes its first appearance next, the first time Larry’s played it on stage and Tim introduces it as a song only played when drunk and at weddings. It’s tailor-made for this incarnation of James, improvised lyrics, boundless opportunities for new musical arrangements and improvisation and was one of the highlights of the evening.
There’s no sense of relief or anti-climax when the band go back to the hits. The crowd has generally been wonderful throughout a difficult middle section of a set that many would have expected to have been laden with hits. They stopped dancing, they listened, they took in and they applauded. Proof that James are not just one of the most intelligent bands around, that can be applied to their audiences as well. A “that was fucking brilliant” greeted the end of English Beefcake, to which Tim responded “fucking thank you”.
Getting Away With It sees Tim make a mess of the words, but passes it off as improvisation. Destiny Calling takes us back to the trampoline floor of the early stages of the show. Tomorrow just turns the whole thing up another step. It’s fifteen years old, but it’s still fresher, more impassioned than anything anybody has put out in the interim. It builds and then soars, and to think, it could have just been tossed away at the back end of Wah Wah had it not been for someone insisting that it made the final mixes for Whiplash as it had been conspicuous by its absence on early promos.
The opening bars of Sit Down come from Mark’s keyboard, teasing the audience before crashing into the song. The crowd go wild. The band, in their wisdom, refuse to let the song overshadow the rest of the set. Tim sings the whole thing, there’s no empty gestures of offering the mic to the crowd or such nonsense. Everyone in the place appears to be bellowing out every word as if their lives depended on it. I think I still have the lump in my throat.
Gold Mother has now been played every night, and has been very different each time. As a non-musician, it’s totally perplexing to me how it holds itself together, but it does. The music itself is almost like contractions, I found myself mouthing (because I don’t sing out loud, it would be BAD), bend, hold, push, kick over the end section. Laid and Sometimes are wild, a band having rediscovered its rather substantial power and a crowd witnessing a rebirth they never thought they’d see.
They leave, but come back from the new stripped down version of She’s A Star. It seems less fragile than it had done before, the crowd stand there gobsmacked at the sheer nerve of the band to do one of their biggest hits this way at the end of a gig and then join in. It’s telling to note you can hear the “do you get it?” part before the final chorus that Tim no longer sings live from the crowd. To finish, Say Something explodes into new life, an extended ending, some lyrical improvisation from Tim, Larry adding backing vocals, and then it’s over. The crowd stand, shout, whistle, holler. Another substantial away win for James.
If you’re not going to any of the remaining shows, beg, steal or borrow to get to them. This is something really really special. Always on the edge, on the brink, utterly compelling.
Context Alert – All these reviews are written on the night of the show to try and ensure that they contain all the expectation, adrenalin and passion of the performance. I make no apologies for that – the rush you get at a James show, driven on by the music and the performance is something unique, something special that very few bands can give you. The reviews are meant to be impassioned and in that sense if the reviewer is disappointed with the show, it isn’t always going to be positive. In this context, this show was a disappointment, not because of the band’s performance, which I hope comes across in the review (although in the cold light of day it doesn’t as much as it should), but because of the setlist. As it transpires, this was part of a masterplan based on the expectation that a significant part of the crowd would be attending both nights and therefore there would be a “hits” set and a different set the second night. Obviously that wouldn’t be apparent at the time the review was written.
So this reads very harshly, and needs to be taken with the reviews of the other shows on the tour where James clearly demonstrate they absolutely have the balls to take on an audience with a set of songs they may not necessarily have heard before and win them over.
Please bear this in mind whilst reading and apologies to anyone who might have been offended by what was written.
The blokes who committed the violence are still cowards though.
Dear James
Interesting gig last night, wasn’t it boys? Just trying to work something out though. I’ve been reading your interviews about this reunion being all about something new, something different, so I’m a little confused as to what happened last night.
The set you played last night, you could have come back and played in 2002 and done that set in Glasgow. And again in 2003, and 2004, and 2005, and 2006 and last night too. And tomorrow. And you could do it next year too, no need to write a new album, go and rehearse for a few weeks and come out and play the same old stuff and away you go, thousands of people eating out the palm of your hand. Particularly, if the performance is that strong. But you’ve been telling us that this isn’t what new James is all about. In fact, it’s what you’re most frightened of in this reunion..
So I’ve come to the conclusion you were being incredibly clever. You’d realised this crowd, and I’m not counting the people who’ve kept the faith and waited for this rather than following the reunion hype, really wasn’t ever going to get Really Hard and Chain Mail or the other half of the 45 songs you’ve rehearsed but not yet played live and gone with what they want to hear. The reaction to Waltzing Along and Say Something, reintroduced into the set, says it’s a smart move and they sounded fantastic. And if it’s there to buy time and buy money from a record label to fund your new album then good on you. Just remember though there are those of us who’ve waited a long time for you to come back and are desperate for the type of James that you’ve enthused so much about in recent interviews.
The problem is that, and I hope you’re aware of it, you’ve now created an expectation that next time James come to town, it’ll be a celebration gig, it’ll be the tracks from the first James album most of the crowd own (The Best Of) and maybe one or two from their second James album (Fresh As A Daisy – Tesco version of course). Try and play your new stuff and noone will care unless it sounds like Sit Down 2008. Just like they pretty much didn’t tonight when Who Are You and Chameleon were played. They’re fucking great songs, up there with anything you’ve done before, as is Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release] and I’m sure you’ve got a whole bag of them on DATs and minidiscs and whatever from your jamming sessions.
At least the latter provoked a reaction with the real men who felt a group of them attacking a guy who was protecting his girlfriend from being barged and elbowed is what real men do. Play a song about child abuse and listen to them whistling and clapping because that’s what it was written for, wasn’t it? A really great crowd will stand and listen when you throw something different in – last night was not a great crowd.
So anyway to the gig, Glasgow, home of the best parties at gigs, opened up with Come Home, Destiny Calling, Waltzing Along and Seven. The two new songs, Who Are You and Chameleon, came next, and away from the crowds that had picked up on the vitality and freshness of the new material, fell pretty flat in terms of reaction. Who Are You sounded great though, with bass and Saul’s second guitar added into Larry’s opening. Lullaby would have sounded great if you could have heard it over the chatter, the same applied to Fine and Five-O, met with random clapping and whistling and the obligatory oh-so-funny sport of throwing a pint in the air and seeing where it lands.
Johnny Yen got a massive reception from the crowd, a new addition, but really part of the Best Of after Best Of sets of the late nineties and early noughties (or whatever they’re called). Tim referenced Pete Doherty and the song as ever took on a different direction and deserved the accolade it got from the audience, whether or not that’s what they were actually cheering for. Say Something saw Tim out in the audience and roadtesting his damaged shoulder ligaments by putting them to the mercy of a baying crowd.
Honest Joe was stunning though, superb lights, great guitar playing, mesmerising drumming. The crowd loved it, it’s a shame they weren’t exposed to more of the riskier side of James live.
The last seven songs followed a familiar pattern, Getting Away With It, Ring The Bells, Sit Down, Gold Mother, Laid, Sometimes and She’s A Star. To be honest having witnessed a bloke being kicked in the face on the floor by the best crowds in the world (copyright – cliche about Glasgow audiences) and security initially attempting to throw the victim out, I wasn’t particularly in the mood to enjoy, so retreated to the bar to listen to various hilarious karaoke attempts at the words. Still, everyone else seemed to be happy.
So, James, you’ve done a lot of talking about this reunion. You’ve made your vision of the future of James very clear. You don’t want to go back to being a churning out the hits machine. To do that you have got to have the balls to take on an audience like that and win them over without resorting to the cheap shots of hit after hit after hit. True, the nature of an ever-changing setlist will mean you’ll play some more hits-heavy sets than others. But the old James you talk about so passionately always used to take on audiences, make them listen to your new stuff or your choices from the past, you’re perfectly capable of doing so, you’re happy to tell all and sundry you do. To quote a line from some song or other, I need proof before belief.
What to expect? Nearly six years since this writer had last seen James and, even then, had I seen the real James? I didn’t know my expectations. Would this be for better or worse? I just wanted to see an old friend. And what do you do when you see an old friend? Do you mock the fact they might have changed, or fight with them over trivial matters you would have once agreed on? I would hope not. James could have walked onstage wearing salmon-pink shirts, neckerchiefs, spandex, or seventies tennis shorts, playing all the songs I most hated, and I wouldn’t have much cared to be honest. They’ve really earned that kind of unconditional support. No, they might not want it, and I’d be disappointed if they did. In their prime, James were the best band in the world – one of the greatest ever. But it was impossible for them to still be that band. Their competition is younger, fresher and hungrier, there is no denying. It would be to re-define the laws of nature for them to still be that band. So I arrived at the Carling Academy in Glasgow, ready to shake the hand of that old friend and not to judge.
The James of 2007 are a bit like Ryan Giggs. A “genius” in his younger days who could dazzle the greatest of football defences with a combination of frenetic skill and pace. Now approaching the twilight of his career, he has long since lost the youthful energy and yard of pace that once defined him. However, crucially, despite the fact he is no longer the same player, he is still a great player (recently nominated for Player Of The Year in England for the first ever time). Giggs, who also hails from Manchester, might well be, and if not, should be James’ latest role model. Because, as a band, it seems that he is exactly what James should now be about. Forget that you’re all ageing or even balding, and adapt. Show your thick-skin, out-think and out-muscle the opposition, not out-skill them, do the basics really well, show your dogged resistance, don’t try to be the same band you once were, because it just won’t work. During the first few songs of the night, I quickly realised this. I watched them pace modestly through a set where, while watching, I could sense that loss of pace and frantic energy I had witnessed in countless videos and television programmes from the early nineties. However, to close my eyes and listen, I could hear a real strength and stability to what they were playing. At odds with any of my fears, there was no hint of sloppy rhythm, mistaken chords or missed notes ; nothing of the sort. And where these characteristics would once have fitted in, and been a staple of all great James sets, they simply can’t “get away with it” anymore. What James are now showing is a blissful confidence.
For the first time it seems to me that they are absolutely sure of themselves – they know their place, they know their strengths, they know their fans and they play to them all. In particular, I really don’t think the James from the previous ten years would dare, in an atmosphere such as this, to dramatically alter a song like ‘She’s A Star quite the way they did. They have rearranged what was a big, surging, ‘pop’ hit with a more mellow but still uplifting take that is a far greater, more beautiful and all-in-all better tribute to both the song and the band. But that’s not to say James can’t still mix it. For a band of their years, they do it better than could be expected. They just do it with a little bit more assurance and maturity than before. We’re treated to plenty of the hits tonight – ‘Come Home’, ‘Destiny Calling’, ‘Waltzing Along’, ‘Say Something’, ‘Getting Away With It’, ‘Ring The Bells’, ‘Sit Down’, ‘Laid’, ‘Sometimes’ – and while knowing that many of them might well have seen better days, it doesn’t mean to say they aren’t brilliant. One of them, ‘Seven’, has actually never sounded better.
The gears were shifted further forward with the much-loved Johnny Yen. The band drop their guard and lay down the restrained approach for five minutes of unbridled enthusiasm and emotion. For just a few seconds here and there you could have sworn you were watching them in 1990, at Glastonbury, GMex, Alton Towers, or any of the other highlights in their career. Dave both strokes and hammers at the drums, building the second-half of the song, teasing the audience, leaving them breathless and still dying for more. And, to consider James are now more than 25 years old, this really shouldn’t happen with quite such fervour.
Other highlights included a mesmerising ‘Honest Joe’, which is audibly back to its best, and ‘Gold Mother’, now a visual treat ; the stage backdrop filled with a hypnotic montage of shots from inside the female womb, all set to the band’s cacophonic, tribal yelling and chanting. Nobody could watch this and say James were living on their past. They were taking old material and breathing new life into it. Not better than before, just different. And that’s exactly what we want.
The old ideals of wanting to change the set-list around, and even play older material, they count for nothing if the performance isn’t right. And it seems to me that, for all the years and all the mileage, James are still managing to do it right. The following evening saw ‘Riders’ return to the set and, with the added combination of Geoff Buckley’s lighting, blow everyone, including ‘The Best Of Brigade’ away. Larry’s return is also crucial. Where Adrian lacked a connection and a chemistry on-stage with the band, Larry produces these things effortlessly. He is charming, fun, fascinating to watch, and if that’s not enough, a bloody good guitar player too. Maybe the only addition to the set that didn’t work over both evenings was Chain Mail. Here, again, there is a more restrained approach, although not just visibly, but audibly, as Tim ditches the falsetto opening and the song is allowed to limp along in a first-gear that should be raised higher and quicker. Still a great song, and a great addition to the set, but not quite the best of versions yet.
So, what to expect in the future? Have James raised the bar for themselves here? Adrenalin on a tour like this, the first in so many years, is clearly a big factor. The next tour will be the time to judge. We’ve remade our acquaintances, said hello, embraced and shown them how much we’ve missed them. And from witnessing the reaction of the band in Glasgow – the heart-thumping gestures from Tim and the ear-to-ear grins adorned on all their faces – I think they probably missed us too.
AS the surging synth of Nineties hit Come Home whipped the Academy into a heaving frenzy, it seemed James HAD come home – despite hailing from Manchester.
Celtic gaffer Gordon Strachan was in the crowd and the adulation received by Tim Booth and his band was akin to the fiercest football fanaticism.
The favourites were here. Destiny Calling, Say Something, Johnny Yen and Sit Down. And Sometimes remains as spellbinding now as it ever was.
But it was the elegantly rearranged encore of She’s A Star, drenched in slide and acoustic guitars, which was carried by the crowd, every one getting Laid on nostalgia.