London Hammersmith Palais
ABSENCE OF 21st Century energy. No chills. No frills. Just detached, aloof, indifferent coldness. No noise. Some Poise. Dignity. High young Tory count. Popshow. Horrorshow. Death to Hack- Tradrock. Rock Kills.
The souvenir (‘broughsure’—
Blame the session musicians. That infernal Kevin Armstrong, again I (last seen with Prefab Sprout) axegrinding beyond the call of duty; Derek Forbes (ex U3) adding a Duranesque edge and an atrocious soundmix to boot. Depressing as hell. ‘Dream Within A Dream’ was ugliness incarnate-a real throwback to ‘71 regression.
Couldn’t ruin ‘Doctor Mabuse’ (and ‘Duel’) though—
It’s an extremely sad illusion of life-fighting fire with words—
I wanted to rave a little, foam at the gills ‘bout ZTT’s positive action, unchallenged supremacy. Heck, I figured I was in for some serious sinnin’, Y’know
THREAT… Unhappily, ‘twas business as usual. dodgy business. Propaganda. Botched swindle.
Paul Morley should cry too. How could he allow such gratuitous ‘rockism’? Where are the ‘new schemes’? New ways of seeing live acts? Where’s the ‘power ofthe imagination’?