Whoa,
hold on… The Pretenders? At The Thekla? The Thekla? Yikes!
This
set the tone for proceedings; a few (relative) newies, a few deep cuts and a
smattering of those 80’s chart hits, but essentially the band playing what the
hell they like, delivering a relaxed yet splendid performance. “What a great
little gig [venue]! People asked why we’ve downgraded [to smaller venues];
because it’s fun!” gushed Chrissie prior to the highlight from recent album
“Hate For Sale”, a lush and emotive “The Buzz”, apparently reworked “in the
style of Johnny Thunders!” yet approaching “Kid” for sheer emotiveness. “Domestic
Silence” showcased virtuoso guitarist James Walbourne, the rocker axeman really
putting in a shift tonight with some impressive shredding; then the chugging
groove of “Don’t Get Me Wrong” heralded an excellent set mid-section,
highlighted with “Biker” (“my favourite song,” according to Chrissie) and the
smooth jangle of “Talk Of The Town”. Some subsequent rockier New Wavey numbers
seemed to suffer from the guitar mix, Chrissie getting clearly agitated and
shouting at the sound-guy to “turn it down!!”, but by the undulating melody and
insistent jangle of “Back On The Chain Gang” things seemed sorted, at least
from my spot underneath the ceiling-hung speakers! Closer “Junkie Walk”, a song
I’m not fond of on record, made much more sense “live”, the terrace chant
swagger morphing into an NYC Lou Reed sleaze march, Walbourne stepping forward
and delivering the strident middle-8 riff practically on top of us!
“We’re
on a boat! What if it goes down… what a legacy!” quipped Chrissie after taking
the stage for the encore, before giving us some more sage advice; “never board
a plane with someone more famous than you; if it crashed, you’ll be known as,
“also killed was…”!” Point taken! Said encore saw Chrissie throw a bone to us
oldies, with a couple of first-album deep cuts; firstly a gravelly, growling
and sinister “The Wait”, then a breathless and frankly incendiary “Tattooed
Love Boys” Chrissie leaving us with, “thanks for being a fun crowd!” following
this, predictably my set highlight. A friendly roadie handed me the drummer’s
list and a copy to a fellow front row punter; then in a display of appalling
self-entitlement, some big bloke came up and snatched it out of his hands! If
you’re reading this, mate, you’re an asshole of the first water, and you don’t
deserve ever to go to a gig again… A slightly jarring note to end the evening,
but I nonetheless bade warm farewells to my Fairford friends, picked my way
through Bristol roadworks and home for 11. Glad I jumped for this one; Chrissie
Hynde may be 71 years young, but tonight she delivered another splendid, age-defying
performance, backed ably by her excellent young charges. Once again, the
Pretender was the Real Deal!
That sounds great. Last time she played at the Colston Hall, she spoilt the gig with very reactionary opinions, homophobic and ableist!
ReplyDeleteGosh, sorry to hear that... nothing approaching that this time, I'm glad to say... some comments about Phil Spector which were a little ambivalent but phrased as a question, but otherwise she just seemed happy to be playing "live"
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