Hold Steady set-list signed by the band at their PA at Bristol Rough Trade Records on Thursday 9th March 2023!
“The
Kings have returned to reclaim their throne” was how I proclaimed the return of
The Hold Steady with their new album “Teeth Dreams” earlier this year; after an
uncharacteristic 3 year absence, Minneapolis’ finest and consistently my
favourite rock’n’roll band since I first heard the heady rush of their
breakthrough album “Boys And Girls In America” back in 2007, are back – and
with a vengeance, the lion finding its’ teeth again after a slightly
disappointing effort last time out in “Heaven Is Whenever” with a bleeding-raw
slab of prime rock’n’roll, a real stunner to match that last album’s 2
predecessors. Coinciding with the record, a short sojourn of small venues was
announced, and it seemed I’d not been the only one bemoaning their absence as
it pretty much sold out immediately! I jumped on the website when they went on
sale, but my efforts were met with “not available… not available… sold out!” In
frustration, I phoned the venue, who after some forlorn pleading, kindly put me
on a “pay on the door” reserve list. So I was in!
So, after a lovely day at Kasey’s 5th
birthday party, I hit the road just after 5, hitting Bank Holiday traffic on
the outskirts of London but still parking up in my usual spot just before 7.
Joined the queue after samosa tea, gleefully handing over the £20 entrance fee
and entering the ornate dimly pink-lit room early doors, people watching from
stage left as it filled up, mainly with blokes! Chatted with a young couple,
Silas and Laura, before openers Cheerleader took the small stage at 8.30
prompt. A Philadelphia 5-piece, they played a brand of summery jangle pop which
initially was wide-eyed, innocent and insubstantial, sounding cloying and
dated. However they toughened up with a couple of more powerpoppy numbers to
finish, a chugalong “Perfect Vision” and a very melodic, driving Posies-like
“Tomorrow Never Knows”, hinting at greater potential. Write more like these
last 2, boys, then we can talk…!
Then
suddenly the stage front filled up considerably, and the place felt like the
super-quick sell-out that it was. The place felt about to blow, with
anticipation palpable, before the highly appropriate entrance music of “We’re
Gonna Have A Good Time Together” hit, and the band sauntered onstage for 9.30
to a frenzied reception, mainman Craig Finn striding on enthusiastically and
announcing, “I bet you all thought you were going to a Hold Steady gig… but
instead you’ve all been invited to our Cinco De Maio party!” They hit the
opening bars to “I Hope This Whole Thing Didn’t Frighten You”, the blazing
opener to the new album, and the place erupted, a huge moshpit breaking out
from note one and staying in situ throughout. And I was right in it – hell yes,
I was!
This
was one for the books, a raw, ragged, elemental, euphoric distillation of the
all-inclusive power of rock’n’roll. “Frighten” was brilliant, then incredibly
it got better, a punk rock “Ask Her For Adderal” savage and strident, and
“Stuck Between Stations” a euphoric blast. And Craig Finn was everywhere;
kinetic, brimfull of nervous energy, fire and verve, exhorting the crowd
throughout, constantly repeating lines he’d just sung off-mic, a stupid grin
never far from his features, a man in permanent fantasy band camp, his
performance was utterly mesmeric. I abandoned myself to the mosh and the
moment.
Thankfully there were moments of light and shade in
the set, a reverent hush descending for “Almost Everything” (“about being on
tour and meeting cool people,” according to Finn) and the later, slow-burn to
anthemic chorus of “Ambassador” diffused the mood after the tremendous Thin
Lizzy-like snaking riffery “Spinners” (the lyric, “there might be a fight,
there might be a miracle” pretty much summing up tonight’s show!). But the rock
was aplenty; “Hoodrat Friend” was ragged and frenzied, and a brilliant
singalong “Southtown Girls” saw the set out, Finn high-fiving his guitarists as
they delivered perfect middle-8 riffs.
Then,
incredibly, it got even better… the encore sneaked smoothly in with a hushed
“Citrus”, but then roared into the terrace chant “Whoa-oh”s of “Massive
Nights”, Finn theatrically pausing to deliver the final line of “when the
chaperone said…. we’re gonna build something this Summer!” taking us into the
Husker Du-like riffery of the magnificent “Constructive Summer”, the highlight
of the night – hell, the highlight of my gig year to date. Brilliant. Another
terrace chant “Stay Positive” segued into a languid, libidinous finale of
“Killer Parties” and saw the wide-eyed Finn deliver a lengthy thanks,
culminating in the statement, “there is so much JOY in what we do up here!” And
I get it. I totally do. Grabbed a handshake with new guitarist Steve Selvidge
(plus his set-list!) as Finn ended with the totally appropriate, “you, me, all
of us.. WE are The Hold Steady!” Damn straight, this was a brilliant, totally
all-inclusive demonstration of the connection between band and audience,
rock’n’roll at its finest.
I extricated myself from the melee, the suddenly
realised exactly how sweaty and battered about I’d become, my condition
requiring me to drive out of London shirtless, with the windows down! I’m
writing this the following lunchtime and my ears are still ringing. The Kings
are back – and how!
Hey man, its Silas from the gig, found your card amongst the sweaty remains of my shirt! Great write up, couldn't have put it better myself, one of the best shows I've ever seen!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments Silas. It was great to meet you and your lovely lady Laura. Keep gigging, young sir!
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