The full set list was:
Definitive Gaze
Give Me Everything
Motorcade
Happening in English
The Worst of Progress….
A Song From Under the Floorboards
Philadelphia
Hello Mister Curtis ( with apologies )
Rhythm of Cruelty
Parade
Permafrost
Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)
Holy Dotage
The Light Pours Out of Me
Encore 1:
Final Analysis Waltz
Shot by Both Sides
Encore 2:
Big Dummy
TLPOOM!
Long, long ago when passing JD Wilson’s, or the Trianon, the careful audient could experience the pre-karaoke generation practicing the martial art known as pub-singing.
Patrick Campbell Lyons on this form tonight, would have been a legend, if these type of venues were still plying their wares.
Looking not unlike Father Jack, and indeed talking like an escapee from ‘Ted’, when singing he managed to sound like Tom Waits attempting non-consensual intercourse with a crate of feral cats.The really sad thing about it all is that I’m not sure Patrick realises he can no longer quite ‘do the business’ and someone really ought to take him to one side and tell him. A backing band of Hidden Masters, Trembling Bells and Bangtwisters provided impressive stabs at Pentecost Hotel and Rainbow Chaser but were let downby PCL going for notes that were just never going to happen. The night however was enlivened by me being asked to join a table of ex Listen employees.
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It started off so well, too. Pre-theatre in Guys, Merchant City and up to the Concert Hall with The Designated Driver. Quick Guinness and ordered the Interval Refreshments before moving into the hall.
A String Sextet, all young females, play a selection of ‘pop’ tunes Craig Armstrong, Beatles, Joy Division & Paulo Nutini things. The sound is a little brittle and I struggle to hear the cellos. There’s an o/h microphone but I’m unclear if that’s the extent of the amplification or not.
Interval drinks and return to a fog filled room.
The girls are back, joined by a six strong Bunnymen crew.
First song sounds pretty ropey
Will Sergeant’s solos always sound to me as if he’s playing along with Marquee Moon. The band are all suited and booted and look the part. All apart from McCulloch who’s decided to dress as Liam Gallagher meets Ian Brown. He’s pissed, breaks down repeatedly, stumbles. It’s horrible.
It wasn’t just me either
http://www.nme.com/news/echo-and-the-bunnymen/59529
http://www.glasgowmusic.co.uk/viewReview.php?blogId=186
http://thequietus.com/articles/07092-echo-and-the-bunnymen-drunk-live
The labyrinth itself is at both times amazing and disappointing. What appears to be half the floor of the Fruitmarket is taken up with a giant water tank with what I estimate to be no more than 1cm of water. On the floor of this tank is the maze but it really looks more like a ring off of an old Belling caravan cooker and wouldn’t overtax a five year old (I later discovered it was a ‘family’ thang!). It was all very civilised with an area to take your foot coverings off before paddling in circles. All of this aquatic meandering was captured by an overhead camera and used as a back projection on the stage.
Icebreaker were first up playing Terry Riley’s In C and making it last exactly one hour. A stonker!!! absolutely ace stuff with the keyboard players having to take spells away from their instruments to play the strident repetitive chords. Shields loved it! I saw these guys, well eleven blokes and a woman to be more precise, playing Brian Eno’s ‘Apollo’ last year and it was one of the most gorgeous perormances I’ve encountered. Star of the show that night was BJ Cole and, blimey here in The Labyrinth, he’s standing next to me. I engage him in idle chatter telling him how wonderful his interpretation of Lanois’ part in the Eno piece was. He seemed politely surprised that I had so many of his recordings and was also unaware that Clive John, from Man, had died (this is the very same BJ that plays pedal steel on ‘Mona’ from 10″ vinyl Christmas at The Patti)
Craig Armstrong and Antye Greie were next on to perform Eilean. Where the last Armstrong gig see xxx below was an unexpectedly lush affair with a stageful of punters wielding cellos, double basses and violins this was more austere. Three Apple laptops, two performers and a partridge one grand piano to be precise. To this audient it appeared that Armstrong played the music while greie processed and distorted it while creating an everchanging backdrop on the big screen that seemed to be a loop of waves curling across a sandy beach.
John Shuttleworth tries to pass himself off as composer of lush orchestral film scores.
Random paddler..
Labyrynth inspired by discarded cooker element!
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Lighthouse Beacon Straight Ahead 