It was great to walk in to the Hydro with no search which meant no camera drama and after getting an ale I hear someone call my name out and it's only Jayne (the much better-half of Alec) who are Moon-era fans and who I see purely by chance at every Who show, hah-hah! Nice to catch-up, and the same applies to Gordon and his son. Between the two of us, I think we had this show covered, media-wise!
I was also lucky to have two seats free beside me: room to roam is a luxury ! On the other side was a lady of senior years who last saw the band in 1969. We agreed that it was a different proposition nowadays. Masters of understatement...
Right from the start Dalts was on point: to paraphrase the band's own movie 'The Kids Are Alright', the singer wants everything to be a big laugh and when it isn't he gets terribly upset. Why mention this? Well, he was a tad distracted, if not annoyed by PT missing a couple of cues although this was cause for merriment during the rarely aired 'Long Live Rock'. I absolutely sang my nuts off to that one, hah-hah! Mind you, PT got the lyrics wrong back in 1973 on The Whistle Test, so he has previous...
The wheels came off momentarily during '5.15' I think (feel free to correct me, anyone)...I think Pete missed a cue which threw Rog and I could hear him shout to Zak, "I don't know where the f**K I am!". I was savvy enough to realise that now was not the time to shout "The SSE Hydro, you cockney tw*t!" by way of reply, ahem. You would have thought that an old ham like Rog would bluff his way through this but the real reason for his outburst was that "...the sound up here is f**king terrible...I can't hear anything...Simon, sort it out!". No, not my fault this time but I don't think that Rog calling-out a tech would endear him to the crew: it did make me wonder what the point of their sound-check was, aside from parting some of their well-heeled fans from a ton a cash...
There you have the difference onstage between the pair: Rog's banter is sometimes a bit forced whereas all Pete has to do is pull a face or insult the audience thus: "We were in Abu Dhabi playing at the Grand Prix which was nice, but to be honest you get a better class of thug in Glasgow!".
What was less appealing was that there has been no official explanation regarding the sacking-off of the Dublin and Belfast shows: even the most rose-tinted fan can't defend that. And if I see Rog or Pete I will be asking them what the f**k they're playing at.
He still loves winding Rog up, for example counting him in sarcastically and then saying that it's ok for him (PT) to get cues wrong because they are his songs: immediately he softens this by half-jokingly offering "...which you then make your own!". Rog did laugh to be fair- he has to. Another false start on another tune was because Pete strummed the opening chord (forget which number) and then stopped, announcing that it would sound better with an in-tune guitar! A tech rushed on with another flawless red Strat only for Pete to tell him that he needed a capo on the third fret. The tech corrected him, and PT agreed and blamed his iPad that he has perched on his mic stand for feeding him wrong gen, hah-hah! It's not so much what he says, but the way he tells them, right?
Well yes and no: PT mentioned the Quad show last year and said we'd know the words for those songs and for those who weren't there, well there's a video of some "...dead people." I heard some disgruntlement around me at that comment and there is and will always be a lotta love for the departed. Speaking of the video tributes to John and Keith, Pino sat on his stool and watched The Ox's showcase intently. The only word for Pino is immaculate. Really. He's not intimidated musically by PT meandering or cuffing it sometimes. Also out on the wing was Simon Townshend who does a ton of stuff that goes unnoticed by the audience but he fills a big gap. Zak (as PT and Rog joked later during the introductions regarding what colour Zak's hair was: PT sighed, "...at least he's got some..." and said he looked like a Swan Vesta match, hah-hah!) played like he has done for yonks...challenging PT with eye contact at times and generally having a blast.
What was frustrating was that at least twice they got into 'old Who school jam' territory ('Magic Bus' and 'Naked Eye' for two) which rolled back the years genuinely only to have Pete curtail it. Ffs let the brakes off you big-nosed weapon! And you played 'Naked Eye' about 10% too slow. Apart from that, you did alright!
That aside some of the playing was brilliant at times even during warhorse stuff like 'WGFA' which I don't usually relish. Last night though I could see how into it PT was and how he drives the shebang: that's the stuff that stays with me. The sheer joy at hearing the band finally ring the changes re the setlist was palpable: I don't know if Frank Simes deserves a large drink for this but please, please don't let last night's mistakes put you off, guys. It is difficult to overtate how vital it was to hear numbers like 'I Can See For Miles', 'Long Live Rock', 'Cry If You Want', 'Join Together', 'Squeeze Box' and the wee opera 'A Quick One' amongst others. Oh, who could forget 'Slip Kid'? Well, this band for starters, hah-hah!
I don't know how much heavy lifting is done by the backline of Corey, Gold and Simes but they certainly filled the sound out...anymore and we'll heading back to 1989!
So it's back to Leeds tomorrow night: I really don't expect to enjoy the show as much but I'm lucky to get to see them again. Long live rock!
I did take a ton more photos and a few clips of rubbish vid: might update this cobblers. Equally might not, hah-hah!
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 2014-12-02 00:01 by SimonN.