Setlist
Oh My Heart / Born Of Frustration / Sit Down / Curse Curse / Johnny Yen / Getting Away With It (All Messed Up) / Tomorrow / Laid / Come Home
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James take to the stage at 4.40 with the backdrop bedecked in some cheap looking inflatable flowers. They start off with Getting Away With It, and the opening bars see the crowd down the front raise their hands and start to clap along, it’s a good indication that James will get the respect they deserve from this festival crowd, which contains a reassuring large number of James shirts in its midst. I have the misfortune to be stood behind a guy who knows none of the words, but sings loudly, so I move away. The sound is excellent for a festival and the band are clearly up for it, Tim prowling the stage, catching the attention of various band members as he does.
Ring The Bells is now a festival staple. It lifts the mood with its upbeat, fast pace and has Tim starting to dance manically. The strobe lights don’t have quite the desired effect in the bright sunshine, but it causes one James virgin stood next to me to ask if the strobe lights set off Tim’s epilepsy. She gets let off as it’s her birthday.
Sit Down is messy at the start, but majestic. Tim comes down to the barrier and interacts with the crowd in a way none of the other performers do today. Whilst Guy Garvey later has them eating out his hand with his charm, wit and uniquely Mancunian manner, Tim goes for the more personal contact. The song itself is ideal for these huge communal singalongs, but doesn’t lose the personal, sad tinge to the lyrics.
Hey Ma again sees hands raised as the song kicks off. It doesn’t feel out of place in the set and people sing along. Tim dedicates the song to Blair and Bush’s fuck ups in Iran, before correcting himself.
The highlight of the set is Stutter. Twenty seven years old and as fresh and vibrant as anything seen on the main stage all weekend, and probably as wild too. The triple drum approach with Saul ending up bashing his drumsticks on Larry’s guitar makes for a huge wall of noise. Again, it’s a shame that it’s not dark to get the full on lights effect.
Out To Get You calms the mood down and results in a sea of arms waving and people singing along. The song’s delivery means it doesn’t lose any of the poignancy. Grown men hug and link arms, you know the kind of thing this song brings out in people.
Not So Strong is introduced as a song about boxing. Whilst not as immediate as some of the hits in the set, the chorus has a singalong quality to it that some of the crowd catch onto towards the end. It really should have sat on Hey Ma, somewhere between Semaphore and Upside.
Sound gets truncated, and I’m having issues with this song in the set at the moment. 12 or 13 minutes long versions take down the momentum, yet the short version makes you feel short-changed. Something like Tomorrow would have fitted better to bring the crowd back up for the climax of Sometimes. There’s no singalong, there’s no attempt to get the crowd to it, which would have been interesting. Laid is a perfect set closer. It’s sounding wilder than ever, the crowd go mental and all it’s missing is the mad scramble over the barrier to get on stage, forbidden by the V security and the killjoys of health and safety.
A good solid festival set, one of their better V performances in my memory. It’s never easy to play in bright sunshine at 5 in the afternoon to a crowd that’s not your own. James pull it off, the reception they get at the end tells the story.
Upside love you
Downside Miss You
A more appropriate lyric was never written to describe the way I feel writing this review. The love I feel for this band is that unconditional kind of love usually only given by pets and babies. I guess the only difference is that my love includes an overwhelming pride and a protective quality, akin to a lion with her cubs. I even feel that the love is requited. Not on a personal level, that would just be weird, but band to audience. That’s the upside. The downside is that I’m gonna miss them like crazy. Yes, they need to disappear and write an album but these weekly James sojourns have become addictive and habit forming. Not seeing them again for a month or so, I could handle but next year just seems so far away. So, how do they leave me feeling after our final tryst of 2007? Read on if you care.
It’s a bloody miserable day. It rains in a way that suggests that ‘somebody up there’ doesn’t much like music festivals. There is really no need for it, although the rain has caused far more despair in the UK this summer than in my living memory. And I’m not trying to compare a muddy festival to the flooding of peoples homes, I’m not (quite) that crass. However, people look forward to events like this and it is heartbreaking to see such abject despondency. One guy even sells us some beer tokens at a reduced rate because he is “giving it up”. Even Peter Kay walking on the stage to introduce our heroes can’t bring a smile to the faces of the masses. James do though.
The setlist is the one that james have been taking around Europe over the course of the summer. No alarms and no surprises here. They do play Bubbles and Upside Downside [ed. later renamed to just Upside for album release] in the middle of the set, which is a brave move in the early evening slot of a major festival. It is clear that the crowd wants the hits but whilst the new songs are not given the hushed reverence that they were given in Edinburgh, the chattering is kept to a minimum. The band has earned this level of respect due to the opening salvo of monster hits. Born of Frustration throbs and swaggers, Tomorrow soars and Sit Down bounces along in time to the crowd. Or something. Then they play Out To Get You and I look around at thousands of people mouthing the words “Insecure, what you gonna do?” and can barely believe that this was once an obscure b-side, before it’s Laid treatment. It thoroughly deserves it’s place on the Best Of album. Bubbles sounds better with every listen and I have made my feelings on Upside Downside known on many occasions before. Nothing about today’s performance alters my opinion (humble of course) that this could be a hit of epic proportions.
The new songs are followed by another run of james classics and the crowd lap it up. Ring The Bells is greeted like an old friend, Gold Mother sees dancers brought on from backstage because the festival consider the, now customary picking of people from the crowd a “health and safety issue”. Getting Away With It receives a more lukewarm reception than of late. Laid doesn’t. Sometimes is introduced by Tim as the final song and I believe him. Afterall, their allotted time is up. So, will this swirling epic be the final live james song for me this year?. The lyrics certainly hold great resonance today in the pouring rain. However, the festival allow them to run over time and the band choose to close with Come Home, just as they did in Belladrum. Some time after they finish playing, whilst walking in the mud, I decide that this is a far more appropriate way to part from my lover. I just hope that they come home soon.
So there’s no Play Dead or Chain Mail, which the bloody-minded james of yesteryear may have indulged in. Today is a day for giving the people what they want, not a day for blowing a great opportunity. Maybe, just maybe this time the band want it enough to succeed. Tim, Jim, Larry, Saul, Mark, Dave and Andy, you are loved more than you’ll ever know and the upside will always outweigh the downside.
As Tim Booth gazes out over the crowd presently lapping up ‘Sit Down’, his alien eyes take on a wistful, dewy look. He’s missed this, you sense. This is what he lives for, hell, what he was born for.
That’s nice, Tim. We’re happy you and the dream have been reunited, and this state of affairs can probably persist for another few festival seasons. There may yet be enough residual love out there. But only, only, if you play hits and nothing but.
To general head-scratching, James bounce from hit to bellyflop to hit, following ‘Sit Down’ with… something… about eight minutes of violin, flute, Boothy crooning the secrets of the cosmos, and some indistinguishably woozy baggy, yup, something, that hangs in the air like Eau de Shaun Ryder’s Corpse. After ‘Sometimes’, we are coached through their forthcoming single ‘Who Are You’. It’s not a lesson we will forget.
Best Song: ‘Laid’
Best Moment: The way that Boothy’s dancing has lost none of its hippy-dippy tinge. After all these years, he still comes on like a trout attempting semaphore. On drugs. Naturally.
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Song | Artist | Year | Format |
Sometimes / She’s a Star / China Girl / Stutter / Out To Get You / Junkie / Someone’s Got It In For Me / Tomorrow / Coffee and Toast / Sound / Ring The Bells
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Ted Kessler, NME
Time for a rest. Time for couples to smooch in the golden sunset. Time for James to soothe and caress the heartstrings with more poignancy than you thought them still capable of. They nearly blow it with a cover of Bowie’s “China Girl”, but the abundance of singalong anthems clears the palate nicely for the heavyweights to follow.
Mark Beaumont, Melody Maker
And James are the last cigarette for a condemned rock festival, managing to mash a cover of David Bowie’s “China Girl” and a new song that sounds like The Specials playing “Pac Man” between their intoxicating pop bombast.