Symphony Hall, Birmingham
No I didn’t know they were still going either, now some 25 plus years since their memorable guestslot at Eurovision 88, bit I didn’t miss the opportunity to grab me a ticket, their live reputation lingering over the years, despite the solitary Best Of on my shelf. I don’t even think there’s any new material, but what’s that as detail with what they had in store. Liam lurched on to stage, with a beard as wild and itchy as the ill-fitting tweed suit he was wearing, gurning and gesticulating like Skip Spence’s homeless elder brother. A voice like an fallen angel, the repertoire hit all their boxes: soul, rock, african, irish folk, hell, even a few bars of ‘Imagine’, mawkish in anyone else’s hands. Playing mainly piano, he revealed his no mean talent at the keyboard, ably and competently hemmed in by the rest of the band, tonight augmented by token englishman, Martyn Brinsford, on double bass. This allowed Peter O’Toole to mainly play some guitar/bouzouki hybrid, except in a couple of numbers when he strapped on electric bass, allowing a duo bass back line, the extremely competent drumming of Dave Clarke keeping » Continue Reading.