I’ve read so many books over the years documenting the early days of British rock, it’s impossible to ignore what a pivotal role the Eel Pie Island Hotel played in the formative years of the careers of many important UK artists. In the mid-1960s, the Rolling Stones, the Yardbirds, Rod Stewart and David Bowie were all regular performers there. Prior to the rhythm and blues boom, it had also played host to many jazz bands, when the run-down nineteenth century hotel and ballroom became a hugely-influential venue during the 1950s trad jazz boom.
The nineteenth-century Eel Pie Island Hotel
The hotel itself has long been demolished but the Eel Pie Island Museum opened its doors in 2018, celebrating the fascinating musical and boating history of this tiny 8.9 acre island in the River Thames. The museum, itself, isn’t actually on the island but just a short walk away from the banks of the Thames at Twickenham.
Eel Pie Island today
As I was staying in London overnight for a recent trip to the O2, I thought I would pay a visit to this small museum for the first time. Staffed by volunteers and costing just £5 to enter, it’s well worth a visit for any rock or jazz fan or indeed local history enthusiast.
Display on the venue’s past as a jazz clubAcker Bilk’s iconic bowler hat and waistcoat in the jazz displayTrad Jazz gave way to rhythm & blues and rockDisplay of rock instruments and memorabilia at the museumThe Eel Pie Island roll call
There’s fascinating display of musical memorabilia and historical archives, as well as a roll call of all the celebrated artists who played there. It’s not just music either and there are also displays dedicated to the island’s boatyard history and its role as a place for artistic creativity and technical innovation, including being the birthplace of the clockwork radio, invented by the late Trevor Bayliss who had a home on the island.
Keith Richards touts for donations for the volunteer-run museum
Given the seismic roll that London has played in the history of popular music, the capital has been behind the curve somewhat in celebrating its world-class musical legacy – particularly in comparison to cities like Liverpool or Memphis. But I’m pleased to say that this is gradually being rectified and the Eel Pie Island Museum is an important addition to the capital’s music tourism scene.
For the second of my O2 gigs this summer it was back ton London for a night of Alice Cooper and Judas Priest. Normally, if I’m heading off to the capital for a big arena gig these days it’s usually for a ‘bucket-list’ artist who I’ve never seen before (like Santana last month, Eagles in 2022 or Iggy Pop in 2023). I’ve seen both Alice and Priest previously so it’s not exactly bucket-list in the strictest sense but a double-headliner bill featuring these two legends proved impossible to resist.
At previous O2 gigs I’ve tended to find myself seated high up in the vertigo-inducing upper tiers right at the very back. Even though I didn’t fork out for a premium-price ticket, tonight I was delighted to find myself right at the front, just five rows from the middle of the stage with a magnificent view of the main action.
First up was a short but incendiary set from Phil Campbell & the Bastard Sons, the band formed by the former Motorhead guitarist following Lemmy’s 2015 death which brought to an end Campbell’s three-decade stint with Motorhead. Not owning any of the Bastard Sons albums I’m not massively familiar with the material, apart from the inclusion of two Motorhead covers. These were ‘Going To Brazil’ from the 1916 album which appeared early on the set and ‘Ace of Spades’ towards the end. The latter inevitably put a big smile on everyone’s faces in anticipation of what was to come. These guys certainly know how to pull off a great warm-up set.
Kicking off with ‘Lock Me Up’, Alice Cooper’s set is as over-the-top and theatrical as ever. An exhilarating combination of blistering hard rock, glam-meets-horror showmanship and that unmistakeable, menacing vocal drawl, the hits come thick and fast – with the likes of ‘No More Mr Nice Guy’, ‘I’m Eighteen’, ‘Hey Stoopid’ and ‘Poison’ fired out one after another.
He may be doing this as a double headliner tour but just like the previous time I saw him (when he was a wonderfully incongruous addition to the line-up at Fairport Convention’s Cropredy festival back in 2013), there’s no skimping on the theatricals. A giant-sized Alice puppet dominates the stage with mock-horror excess during ‘Feed My Frankenstein’, the guillotine comes out for the traditional ritual execution during ‘Killer’ and there’s whippings and slashings galore. It was all huge fun and exactly what you expect from an Alice Cooper gig. But what came later on made everyone gasp.
Lemmy’s legacy may have been very apparent during Phil Campbell’s opening set but for the two headliners, it was very much the spirit of the much more-recently departed Ozzy Osbourne that stole the show. Both would pay tribute to Birmingham’s finest tonight.
Reappearing on stage wearing an Ozzy T-shirt, Alice roared out the lyrics to ‘Paranoid’ as the band blasted out that unmistakeable riff, joined by none other than Hollywood’s Johnny Depp. It was all genuinely surprising, touching and thrilling in equal measure.
There was just time for one more hit after that. And one more set of special guests, as original Alice Coopers members Michael Bruce, Dennis Dunaway and Neal Smith joined the band on stage for ‘Schools Out’. The horror show theatricals give way to a gloriously OTT end-of-term party as giant coloured balloons are hurled across the stage and stabbed by Alice to release explosions of confetti. What a blast!
Alice Cooper setlist:
Lock Me Up Welcome to the Show No More Mr. Nice Guy I’m Eighteen Hey Stoopid He’s Back (The Man Behind the Mask) Feed My Frankenstein Go to Hell Poison Black Widow Jam Ballad of Dwight Fry Killer I Love the Dead Paranoid School’s Out
Coming on stage to the strains of Black Sabbath’s ‘War Pigs’, Judas Priest launched straight into ‘All Guns Blazing’ from the Painkiller album. Released 35 years ago, songs from that much-celebrated album feature heavily in tonight’s set. Given it’s one of Priest’s most unrelentingly heavy albums, it gave tonight’s show an unrelentingly heavy edge, with songs like ‘Hell Patrol’, ‘Night Crawler’ and, of course, the title track blasted out at breakneck speed in a demonic-sounding wall of twin guitars, a thunderous rhythm section and Rob Halford’s unmistakeable roar.
The Painkiller album is rightly held in huge affection by many metal fans. My favourite era, however, will always be the Killing Machine/British Steel days because that was my entry point into the band’s music as a young teenager. It was great, therefore, to get a blast of ‘Breaking The Law’ fairly early on – a true shake-your-fists-shout-along-at-the-top-of-your-voices all-time metal classic.
The continuing high quality of Priest albums in more recent years has also been a real cause for celebration. So it was also a treat hearing ‘Gates of Hell’ and ‘Giants in the Sky’ from the excellent 2024 album, Invincible Shield. The latter song, celebrating the continuing legacy of fallen rock legends, is given added poignancy with the death of Ozzy Osbourne earlier in the week and we get a touching video on the big screen – now including images of Osbourne. It’s also provides incontrovertible proof that, over five decades on, this is still a band that can turn out bona fide rock classics.
This is followed by a blistering version of the aforementioned ‘Painkiller’ – a sign that things are beginning to draw to a close. Having such a clear front-section view, I catch a glimpse of polished chrome in the wings and know exactly what’s coming next. Sure enough, Halford rides out on that glistening Harley Davidson to deliver a raucous ‘Hell Bent for Leather’.
Following Alice Cooper welcoming the original surviving band members on stage for ‘Schools Out’, it was an even lovelier moment seeing veteran Priest guitarist, Glenn Tipton, being welcomed on stage for the final song of the evening. Although Parkinson’s has left him visibly frail, Tipton’s delight at being up there rocking with the band for ‘Living After Midnight’ was plain for all to see. A marvellous finale to a brilliant evening of rock and metal.
Judas Priest setlist:
All Guns Blazing Hell Patrol You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’ Freewheel Burning Breaking the Law A Touch of Evil Night Crawler Solar Angels Gates of Hell Between the Hammer and the Anvil Giants in the Sky Painkiller Hell Bent for Leather Living After Midnight
There are not many world-class rock acts still performing that remain to be ticked off on my own personal bucket-list but Santana definitely fit that category so it was off to London at the weekend for a night at the O2.
My phone doesn’t seem to like ticket apps for some reason. I frequently get blocked by app accounts which always makes me incredibly nervous in the run-up to a “your phone is your ticket” type gig. However, at least the O2 seem to be aware that ticket app technology is far from fool-proof. If you can’t access your ticket on your phone they have a Plan B in place: go up to the box office, show them your original confirmation email, show them some photo ID and they will happily print off an old-fashioned paper ticket for you.
With that drama over and after meeting up with friends for a pre-gig pizza, it was time for Santana. No support band, just two hours of pure Santana magic with a short interval mid-way through.
From the off it’s very much a give-the-audience-exactly-what-they-want greatest hits set, interspersed with nuggets of Woodstock-era exhortations in favour of love and peace and togetherness. “I’m a hippy!” explains Carlos Santana to the O2 crowd. What most surviving veterans of Woodstock cannot boast, however, is a multi-platinum-selling career-renaissance album from the late 1990s. Songs from 1999’s Supernatural album are thus well-represented throughout the set, alongside a heavy dose of material from the first three albums. Starting off with a wonderfully energetic ‘Soul Sacrifice’ to get us all into the Latin-rock-Woodstock- hippy vibe, that mix of late 60s/early 70s Santana standards alongside late 90s/early 00s renaissance classics works to perfection. In the first half, ‘Evil Ways’, Black Magic Woman’ and ‘Samba Pa Ti’ from the earlier era nestle alongside equally stunning renditions of ‘Maria Maria’ and ‘Foo Foo’ from the later one.
It’s not unusual for artists headlining arena gigs to have a huge entourage of touring musicians and, indeed, it’s a ten-strong band up on stage tonight. What’s impressive for such a full sound though is that beyond the two vocalists (Andy Vargas and Ray Greene) at the front and the array of percussionists dominating the back of the stage it’s a standard rock-band set-up of two guitarists, a bass-player, keyboards and drummer. The latter, Cindy Blackman Santana, is the wife of Carlos and an insanely-talented performer, with her powerhouse hard-rock drumming melding perfectly with the multiple layers of additional percussion to create that signature Santana sound.
Post-interval, as soon as the band are back on stage, it’s on to more magic. Kicking off with another instrumental ‘Batuka’, the second set is that familiar mix of Woodstock-era favourites and Millennium-era classics.
When the houselights are up, the hangar-like confines of the O2 will never be anyone’s idea of an intimate venue. But once those lights go down a performer like Carlos Santana can instantly make an emotional connection with the entire 20,000 capacity crowd. Indeed, I’m genuinely moved to tears by the hold-your-phones-in-the-air moment for ‘Put Your Lights On’ later in the set. And that’s only one of many highlights in the second half, including a beautiful ‘She’s Not There’.
Returning to the 1971 Santana III album for ‘Everybody’s Everything’ things start drawing to a close but not before there’s time for an encore of ‘Toussaint L’Ouverture’, a jaw-dropping extended drum solo from Cindy Blackman Santana and an everybody-out-of-their-seats finale so we could all to dance along to ‘90s mega-hit, ‘Smooth’. Exceptional musicianship and an incredible night.
Part 1: Soul Sacrifice Jingo Evil Ways Black Magic Woman / Gypsy Queen Oye Cómo Va Maria Maria Samba Pa Ti Foo Foo Hope You’re Feeling Better
Part 2: Batuka No One to Depend On She’s Not There The Game of Love (Da Le) Yaleo Put Your Lights On Corazón espinado Everybody’s Everything Toussaint L’Ouverture Smooth
Given I spent the battle of Britpop firmly in the Blur camp, I passed up on the chance to buy tickets for the Oasis reunion when it was announced last summer. A couple of weeks later, however, when Supergrass announced that they would also be reforming to celebrate the 30th anniversary of I Should Co-Co, I was in the online queue as soon as tickets went on sale. Always my favourite band of the Britpop era, a chance to hear Supergrass’s debut album performed in full promised to be something rather special.
The Roundhouse is absolutely packed and although my gig companions for the evening have tickets for the main standing area, given that I sprained my ankle a few days before and thus hobbling around with a walking stick, I’m actually quite relieved that in the initial mad scramble for tickets I ended up with a seat right up in the gods.
After support from Rizzy & the Gents and Rialto, Supergrass took the stage to the siren blast and opening riff from The Sweet’s ‘Blockbuster’ before launching into ‘I’d Like To Know’ – track one from their debut album. Then, and now, the songs on I Should Co-Co fizz with youthful exuberance and pop-punk energy. “Like a nude Noddy Holder starting a fight,” is how Mojo described the album at the time. And it’s incredible to think how young the band were when they made it, especially given many of the songs had been written and demoed at least a couple of years earlier.
None more so than ‘Caught By The Fuzz’, the band’s first single and a gloriously relatable account of Gaz Coombes’ heart-pounding, stream-of-consciousness panic as he’s arrested for cannabis possession at the tender age of fifteen. Then it’s straight into ‘Mansize Rooster’, a song about a very young man with a very large appendage, followed by the ubiquitous teen summer anthem, ‘Alright’. These are a songs that have been a regular highlight of their set over many tours, of course, but there’s others from that first album getting a rare airing on this anniversary tour. Songs like the raunchy blues-rocker ‘We’re Not Supposed To’ or the swirling, psychedelic-tinged ‘Sofa (of My Lethargy)’ have barely been performed since the ‘90s.
The band’s precocious youthfulness when they wrote these songs is encapsulated in the on-stage banter when ‘She’s So Loose’ is introduced. Drummer Danny Goffey explains that it’s “about underage sex with older women.” “We might not have written this in 2025,” Gaz Coombes quickly reassures us. “We were like fucking sixteen!”
No matter. All are played to perfection tonight, the band summoning up hitherto untapped reserves of teen energy as they rip through this furiously-paced album at break-neck speed. The Roundhouse audience responds with waves of affection and impromptu crowd sing-alongs throughout the set.
After Coombes grabs his acoustic guitar and the audience sings along to the whimsical album epilogue ‘Time to Go’, there’s a still some time for a quick canter through some of the highlights from the rest of Supergrass’s back catalogue. Given the time constraints they choose well given the time constraints. The second and third albums are well-represented with three songs apiece, while there’s just one additional song – from 2002’s Life On Other Planets album. This is about celebrating the ‘90s after all!
After the monster riffing of ‘Richard III’ there’s time for the more reflective, melancholic side of Supergrass in the shape of ‘Late In The Day’, ‘Mary’ and the ever-gorgeous ‘Moving’. Then it’s another full-energy romp with a truly life-affirming rendition of early noughties single, ‘Grace’. They depart the stage to well-deserved applause.
Of course, there still two songs that we’re all still waiting for. It’s long before they are back on stage for an encore of ‘Sun Hits The Sky’ which then segues straight into a glamtastic ‘Pumping On Your Stereo’.
Supergrass absolutely nailed it. This will be the best Britpop reunion of 2025 bar none.
I’d Like to Know Caught by the Fuzz Mansize Rooster Alright Lose It Lenny Strange Ones Sitting Up Straight She’s So Loose We’re Not Supposed To Time Sofa (of My Lethargy) Time To Go Richard III Late in the Day Mary Moving Grace Sun Hits the Sky Pumping on Your Stereo
Although, regrettably, I never got to witness the classic Sweet line-up on stage, after Andy Scott revived the band in the mid-1980s I’ve been lucky enough to see them many, many times. And in spite of his well-publicised battles with cancer, he has kept the Sweet flag flying and nothing seemed to stop him getting up on stage and blasting out a slew of classic Sweet riffs on that iconic red guitar. However, when he had to pull out of an Australian tour last year and then a subsequent UK tour, after a health condition left him in excruciating pain and unable to walk, there were times when I wondered whether I’d ever get to see Andy Scott on stage with the Sweet again. Such fears were finally banished as Sweet began their tour schedule for 2025 with Scott firmly back on stage where he belongs. Rarely then, have I looked forward to a gig quite so much as this one.
First there’s support from T.Rextasy. I’ve seen plenty of tribute acts over the years and had a fair few fun evenings watching them but only a handful have really qualified as world-class tributes. Australian Pink Floyd I’d put in that category and, rightly, T.Rextasy, too. As a celebration of Marc Bolan’s era-defining glam classics tonight’s performance is pure class, with Danielz and his bandmates doing the Bolan legacy proud.
The venue is already packed solid and in those final few minutes waiting for the Sweet to come on the atmosphere is palpable. We are definitely ready, as Brian Connolly once memorably enquired. Kicking off with a high-octane ‘Action’, this first part of the set is a hardcore Sweet fan’s dream. As well as ‘Hellraiser’ and ‘The Six Teens’ from the Chinn-Chapman-penned hits, there’s some revered album tracks in the shape of ‘Windy City’ and ‘Set Me Free’, as well as a couple of songs from the band’s recently-released and extremely well-received album, Full Circle. For me an absolute highlight of this early part of the set was a stunning version of ‘Lost Angels’ from the band’s 1977 album, Off The Record. Tracks such as these – from the more album-oriented, melodic-hard-rocking side of the band’s back catalogue really give the current Sweet line-up (Scott, with Paul Manzi, Lee Small, Tom Cory, Adam Booth and guest guitarist Jim Kirkpatrick) a chance to showcase their musical prowess.
FM guitarist, Kirkpatrick, (who had admirably filled in for Scott on last December’s UK tour) has continued to perform with the band on this current tour, too. This is not because Scott has any difficulties playing – far from it – but, wisely, it clearly takes some of the pressure off the still-recovering Scott. It also allows him to take a short break while the band deliver an entertaining but not-exactly essential medley of the band’s early bubblegum, pre-glam hits. Given Scott didn’t play on the original recordings of these songs anyway, it all seems rather fitting. The next song, however, gives Kirkpatrick the chance to really work his magic – with a blistering version of ‘Burn On The Flame’.
Scott is not away for long though and to the familiar audience chants of “We want Sweet!” he’s back to give us all a sing-along-at-the-top-of-our-voices rendition of ‘Teenage Rampage’. I’m not sure if we were noisier than the usually raucous juveniles who made up the typical Crackerjack audience but in January 1974 the band performed a fully live version of that same song for the popular kids’ TV show in this very theatre. Scott gleefully recollects their time performing here for Crackerjack. I was a little too young for that still but I was at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire twenty-odd years later when Sweet performed here in January 1997.
In this latter part of the set, there’s plenty room for a few more Chinn-Chapman hits. And while I’m still not completely convinced about the need for ‘Co-Co’, ‘Funny Funny’ and ‘Poppa Joe’ in the set, I will absolutely defend the inclusion of ‘Wig-Wam Bam’, and ‘Little Willy’ – the latter marked a tentative move away from pure bubblegum pop towards a more guitar-based sound, while the former is a bona fide early ‘70s glam rock classic.
Coincidentally, the band’s days of scooping up silver and gold discs don’t seem to be quite over yet as, in a surprise moment for Scott, a US record company executive takes to the stage to present him with an award for sales of Platinum Rare Vol. 2.
After the glam sing-alongs of ‘Teenage Rampage’, Wig-Wam Bam’ and ‘Little Willy’, the mood changes completely with Tom Cory on keyboards bringing some prog-inspired grandiloquence to the proceedings as the band launch into a masterful ‘Love Is Like Oxygen’ followed by an equally magnificent ‘Fox On The Run’. An emotional Scott thanks the audience but we know there’s more to come and we’re not quite done yet. Soon enough those familiar sirens start to blast out and the band are back on stage to give this wildly-appreciative Shepherd’s Bush audience a much-demanded encore in the form of a storming ‘Blockbuster’ and a thunderous ‘Ballroom Blitz’.
In the months and years to come, who knows how many more Sweet gigs there’ll be. Andy Scott shows every sign of wanting to continue for as long as he is physically able to walk on stage, pick up his guitar and perform. I hope there’ll be plenty more nights like this for the band and I hope I get to see a few more of them myself but I savoured every precious moment of this concert as if it were my last.
Setlist:
Action Hell Raiser Circus The Six Teens Don’t Bring Me Water Lost Angels Windy City Set Me Free Coco / Funny Funny / Poppa Joe Burn on the Flame Teenage Rampage Wig-Wam Bam / Little Willy Love Is Like Oxygen Fox on the Run Blockbuster The Ballroom Blitz
My book ‘The Sweet in the 1970s’ is available to buy here and here
Both at their summer Cropredy Festival and on many of their winter tours, Fairport Convention have long striven to provide a platform for newly-emerging artists. This current tour is no exception. Support, this time, is the Liverpool-based singer-songwriter and finger-style acoustic guitarist, Danny Bradley, whose debut album Small Talk Songs has just been released. With a fine voice, some mesmerising finger-work, a great set of songs and some wryly, self-effacing stage patter (“This is the first time I’ve been on the bill with anyone that my dad’s heard of”) and he opens proceedings very nicely indeed. As is traditional on their winter tours, the Fairport guys join Bradley on stage to act as his backing band for the final song of his set, before launching into their own.
Fairport themselves then kick things off with a rousing rendition of ‘Come All Ye’ from their genre-defining 1969 folk-rock masterpiece Liege & Lief. “An opening song that’s had a few decades off” is how Simon Nicol put it. They then stick with the Sandy Denny era for a version of Denny’s ‘Fothingay’, with beautiful twin fiddles courtesy of Ric Sanders and Chris Leslie. In fact, with the band revisiting a couple of band-composed tracks from the post-85 Fairport, we are almost coming to the end of the first set before we hear anything that can be properly considered a folk song but an equally rousing ‘Claudy Banks’ finally inserts a bit of trad. arr. into the setlist.
That’s followed by Chris Leslie’s own ‘Banbury Fair’ before the band delve back into the early days once more and round off the first half with a magnificently sprawling, brooding version of ‘Sloth’ from the much-celebrated Full House album. As I was soaking up Dave Mattacks’ wonderfully-atmospheric drumming, such an integral part of that song’s epic status on the original album, I’m reminded that with the return of Mattacks (following the retirement and subsequent untimely death of long-time drummer Gerry Conway), we now have three of the five players from that classic 1970 album performing as part of the band’s regular touring line-up. There aren’t many bands who made an album fifty-five years ago who can still claim that sort of on-stage quota!
After a short interval, the second set kicks off with another trad. arr. offering in the form of ‘The Hexhamshire Lass’. When I interviewed Dave Pegg last month ahead of this tour, he told me that the band were prompted to include the song in the set-list for this tour as they would be playing Hexham on Valentine’s night – even though “it’s quite a complicated arrangement”! No matter, even without the legend that was Dave Swarbrick, they do have the incredible musical talents of Sanders and Leslie to draw on for a superb rendition.
Photo credit Kevin Smith
Indeed, as he shares with us when introducing the next tune, it’s now 40 years since Sanders played on his first Fairport album – Gladys’ Leap. Sanders tells the audience that he was phoned up by Pegg who had asked him if he was interested in contributing fiddle to three tracks but initially he had no idea he was being asked to contribute to a Fairport Convention album. Until he heard the tracks, and the distinctive drumming of Dave Mattacks, he assumed he was merely being asked to contribute to one of Pegg’s side projects. Sanders added his fiddle sounds, of course, and the rest is history. So to mark the anniversary of that significant moment in the Fairport chronicles, the band revisit the instrumental medley from Gladys’ Leap, along with a beautifully-evocative version of ‘Hiring Fair’ with some gorgeous keyboard flourishes from Mattacks. Written for them by Ralph McTell, it’s a song that has rightly become a fan favourite over the past four decades.
Back in 2011, the band revisited the whole of their 1971 concept album, Babbacombe Lee, the tale of the convicted murderer who was condemned to death but given a reprieve after the gallows failed three times in succession. Unlike other past albums it’s not usually one where odd tracks are performed live but here we get two, the contemplative ‘Cell Song’ and the exhilarating, death-defying ‘Wake Up John (Hanging Song)’. Just as he did back in 2011 when the band performed the full album live, Leslie does a fine job singing Swarbrick’s original lyrics.
The second set is beginning to draw to a close at this stage but there’s still time for a couple more numbers before the band finish proceedings with the inevitable show-closers. There’s a joyous rendition of ‘Rising For The Moon’, Sandy Denny’s celebration of the simple pleasures of touring and performing. And, after marking Sanders’ induction to the Fairport ranks earlier in the set, we are then reminded that it’s coming up to almost three decades since Chris Leslie joined. It was his second album with the band where he really started coming into his own as the band’s principal contemporary songwriter and they revisit the title track of that album, ‘The Wood and the Wire’, Leslie’s impassioned paean to coveting, cherishing and learning to play a stringed instrument.
As we come up to curfew time there’s normally three things that happen around this point. Firstly, a sales pitch from Simon Nicol about the band’s Cropredy festival in August, followed by two perennial crowd-pleasers ‘Matty Groves’ and ‘Meet On The Ledge’. This year, there’s less of a need for the sales pitch as the now reduced-capacity festival (a financial necessity in the current climate) is very close to selling out. So, after a brief exhortation to check the website in the coming days for the final few tickets, it’s banjo-at-the-ready and time for all nineteen verses of ‘Matty Groves’, some heartfelt applause from an appreciative audience and the inevitable ‘Meet On The Ledge’. Me and my group of camping friends got in nice and early with our Cropredy ticket purchases for this year so I’ll be looking forward to singing along to it once more, as midnight approaches on 9th August. It all comes round again.
Photo credit: Kevin Smith
Setlist:
First set:
Come All Ye Fotheringay I’m Already There The Rose Hip Claudy Banks Banbury Fair Sloth
Second set:
The Hexhamshire Lass Instrumental Medley ’85 The Hiring Fair Cell Song Wake Up John (Hanging Song) Rising for the Moon The Wood and the Wire Matty Groves Meet on the Ledge
My introduction to Mott the Hoople was via the band’s final two studio albums, Mott and The Hoople, discovered while hunting through the second-hand record racks of Preston’s Action Records as a teenager in the early ‘80s. I was rebelling against the synth-heavy, over-produced music of the era and was on my very own retro-fuelled journey of discovery. Mott I absolutely adored, particularly Ian Hunter’s old-school rock and roll piano, and a few weeks later I also bought The Hoople, with Ariel Bender now on guitar and the one and only Morgan Fisher on keyboards. To me those last two albums, with all of that irresistible keyboard-playing, was the sound of Mott The Hoople and at the time I was completely oblivious to the earlier material featuring Verden Allen’s distinctive Hammond – although I soon came to love that as well.
Late-period Mott The Hoople was, therefore, very much my entry-point into what would be a life-long love affair with the band. So when I saw Morgan Fisher announce he was doing a one-off solo gig while he was over from Japan I booked my ticket straight away. I’ve witnessed each of the Mott The Hoople reunions and I’ve seen Ian Hunter perform solo many times but this was going to be unique: Morgan Fisher performing The Hoople album in full in a small sweaty music pub in Camden.
Dapperly dressed, as always, in keyboard-lapelled jacket and glass of red wine in hand, Morgan introduced ‘The Golden Age of Rock ‘n’ Roll’ (track one, side one of the original album) by saying that Ian Hunter had originally planned to play the keyboards himself, but after nailing the keyboards on the first take, Morgan’s Jerry Lee Lewis-inspired pounding is what you hear on the album. And on it goes from there. All of those unforgettable classic tracks, played and sung exclusively for a gloriously-enthusiastic 120-strong audience.
Morgan told us that the backing tape he was playing along to was actually the sound of Dale Griffin’s drums, isolated from the original album. He explained that while AI was a terrible way of creating music it was a great way of separating out certain sounds from music that had already been created. As well as the sound of Buffin’s drums (and a chance to really hear what a superb drummer he was) there were other embellishments along the way: the odd bass-line, certain guitar riffs and some of the album’s most memorable sound effects. For the ‘I’ve got my invite’ line in ‘Roll Away the Stone’, however, Kristy Benjamin (daughter of post-Hunter Mott singer, Nigel Benjamin) stepped up to the mic to do the honours, to huge applause when Morgan introduced her.
That last song, of course, ended both the original album and the first set of the afternoon in spectacular fashion. Then, after a short break, we were back with a mix of other Mott the Hoople classics (‘Foxy Foxy’, ‘Saturday Gigs’, ‘Dudes’) together with a Nigel Benjamin-era Mott song (‘Career’ dedicated, touchingly, to his daughter) as well as some highlights from Morgan’s solo career and other collaborations – plus a bit of Bach! As the second set moved to a close, Morgan reminded us that there was one song from The Hoople that he had not yet played, pointing out that the epic, classically-influenced ‘Through The Looking Glass’ had never been attempted on stage. Until now that is…
Morgan is, deservedly, clearly still proud of his time in Mott The Hoople and praised the quality of Ian Hunter’s sharp, observational song-writing. “He should have been recognised as Britain’s Bob Dylan,” he told us before launching into a poignant, spirited and triumphant rendition of Through The Looking Glass’.
Then it was time for an encore. I’d spotted John Fiddler in the audience at the start and hoped he’d be jumping up on the stage for a couple of numbers. Sure enough, as a special encore treat, he joined Morgan on stage to deliver rousing renditions of two songs the pair had performed together as part of the post-Mott outfit, British Lions, ‘Wild in the Streets’ and ‘One More Chance To Run’. What was equally touching was seeing the very obvious five decades of friendship playing out on stage between the two.
If you’d have told me in my mid-teens that one of the ways I’d be spending my late 50s would be a Saturday afternoon in a packed north London boozer listening to Morgan Fisher pounding out old Mott The Hoople classics, I’d have been very happy with that indeed. A perfect afternoon.
Friday evening saw me make a whistlestop trip to the capital to catch up with my old friends The Pouk Hill Prophetz, who were performing a gig at London’s Water Rats.
Coming together through a shared love of Slade and a determination to celebrate the glam era in their own unique fashion, The Pouk Hill Prophetz have been around for a decade now. Never far away from anything Slade-related and raising a ton of money for various charitable endeavours along the way, they’ve long been a fixture at various Slade conventions (which is where I first caught them back in 2016). They even performed at my own Slade book launch last summer which was a huge load of fun.
The band have built up quite a dedicated following over the last ten years and the venue was nicely packed-out for them, their first gig in the capital with new drummer, James Hannington, who joins established Propheteers Nigel Hart and Martin Brooks.
I’ve seen many glam-inspired tribute acts and numerous glam covers bands over the years, but what really sets Pouk Hill Prophetz apart is that they don’t just restrict themselves to the most obvious foot-stomping big hits. You get a good blast of those, of course. But as far as their love as Slade goes, you can always expect a liberal smattering of obscure B-sides, carefully-chosen album tracks and archive material from the early pre-glam days thrown in as well.
Accordingly, tonight starts with a stomping version of ‘Know Who You Are’ – Slade’s last non-hit single before they struck gold with ‘Get Down and Get With It’. ‘Gudbuy Gudbuy’ from Slade’s classic Slayed album makes an appearance, as does ‘Darling Be Home Soon’ and ‘In Like A Shot From My Gun’ from the much-celebrated Slade Alive album.
It’s not just Slade though. They also give us a blast of The Sweet’s ‘Hellraiser’ and T Rex’s ‘20th Century Boy’ and later on a suitably pounding sing-along version of the Bay City Rollers’ ‘Shang-A-Lang’. It’s not even just the glam covers either. We get some great hard-rocking version of ZZ Top’s ‘Tush’ and Billy Idol’s ‘White Wedding’.
Things slow down for an acoustic segment mid-way through, with guitarist Martin Brooks moving on to keyboards for heartfelt renditions of Slade’s ‘Everyday’ and its lesser-known cousin ‘She Did It To Me’ alongside ‘Dapple Rose’ and a highly emotive ‘Old New Borrowed And Blue’. Although taking the title of a Slade album, the latter is not a cover version at all but an original composition cleverly taking fragments of various Slade lyrics from across their career to create a unique and utterly sincere musical love-letter to the famous foursome from Wolverhampton.
A few more raucous classics to round off the evening, including ‘Cum On Feel The Noize’ and ‘Born To Be Wild’ as well as a Slade-inspired vintage rock and roll medley, and then it’s time for me to say some hurried goodbyes and make a swift exit in time to get the last train back to Hastings.
It’s been over thirty years since attending my first and only previous Rolling Stones gig, when I went with my dad to Manchester’s Maine Road back in 1990. My dad’s thinking back then was that if I wanted to see them live then 1990’s Urban Jungle tour might be my last chance.
Thirty-two years later and they are still at it, well Mick Jagger, Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood anyway. The set opened with a poignant tribute to Charlie Watts up on the huge screens and Jagger dedicating the concert to him.
Opening up with a wonderfully energetic version of ‘Get Off My Cloud’ to get us all instantly in the mood, the hits keep rolling. Timeless classics all, I was particularly moved by a poignant rendition of ‘Angie’ and a beautiful ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’, a song we played at my dad’s funeral back in 2007 so it has special meaning for me.
There was quite a lot of banter with the crowd, a playful Jagger welcoming us to the “American Express British Summer Time Covid super-spreader event” at one point. This is the fifth time the Stones have played Hyde Park, the vocalist reminds us. “The first one was free,” he says, recalling that legendary Hyde Park concert back in July 1969 following the tragic death of Brian Jones. “The following ones were not free,” he says with a wry grin, acknowledging the hefty wads of cash that most of us had forked out for the privilege of being here tonight.
Keith Richards is in his element, taking lead vocals for a couple of songs, ‘You Got The Silver’ (from Let It Bleed) and ‘Happy’ (from Exile On Main Street). It also gave Jagger a short rest back stage. But for the rest of the concert he’s bopping and preening and dashing out into the crowd on the famed ‘ego-ramp’, the same as he’s always done in a way that’s just impossible to believe he’s now almost 79.
As Matt, my gig partner for the day points out, it’s not a massive entourage of a backing band. Jagger, Richards and Wood are joined by the ever-present Darryl Jones, who took over from Bill Wyman back in 1994, and Steve Jordan filling in for Charlie Watts since the latter’s shock demise last year. Alongside them are Chuck Leavell and Matt Clifford on keyboards, Bernard Fowler on backing vocals and percussion, Tim Ries and Karl Denson on saxophone, and Sasha Allen on backing vocals. Both the sound and on-stage vibe is perfection.
Jagger’s soon back on stage and the band launch into an extended, super-funked-up version of ‘Miss You’, an opportunity for a mass boogie by the Hyde Park crowd and communal “ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh” backing vocals before we move straight into a deliciously laid-back ‘Midnight Rambler’, with bags of harmonica from Jagger and Richards and Woods trading country-flavoured guitar licks.
And there’s still time to pack a whole more classics in: ‘Paint It Black’, ‘Start Me Up’, ‘Gimme Shelter’, ‘Jumping Jack Flash’. Another poignant moment comes as the big screens depict an eery tableau of bombed-out buildings during ‘Gimme Shelter’ as the band’s tribute to Ukraine, with backing singer, Sasha Allen, duetting with Jagger on this one and demonstrating what a fantastically soulful voice she’s got as she joins him on the ramp out into the crowd.
Unlike the Eagles last week, who launched straight into their encore set without the hassle of going off stage and coming back on again, we did have to wait a couple minutes for the band to return and conclude with ‘Sympathy For The Devil’ and riotous, life-affirming ‘Satisfaction’.
I probably won’t get to see them again, regardless of the band’s future plans as they reach their sixtieth anniversary milestone. But this was special and something I’ll remember forever.
London has been getting better at celebrating its rock ‘n’ roll history in recent years. More blue plaques are going up, you’ve got attractions like the Hendrix flat and generally more and more effort is being made to mark some of London’s historic musical legacy. One place you might want to take a look at if you’re in central London is Poppies Fish & Chips restaurant on Old Compton Street in Soho. True, the fish and chips are indeed very tasty but of interest to rock fans is the fact this premises at 59 Old Compton Street was once the legendary 2i’s coffee bar.
The 2i’s name came from the cafe’s original owners, Freddie and Sammy Irani, who ran the venue until 1955. They then leased it out to two wrestling promoters, Paul Lincoln and Ray Hunter, who opened it as a coffee bar in April 1956.
“The proprietor of the 2i’s was happy to have the band playing in his cafe. He’s been trying to draw customers in by employing singer Max Bard… but that wasn’t bringing in the teenagers. These guys seemed to have that young sound, so as they finished up their coffees and headed back out into the rowdy rush of the Fair, he invited them to come back and play any time. They promised to return the following week.”
There’s a nice little Pathé news clip here of the 2i’s in action.
Live music performances took place in the coffee bar’s basement which had room for around twenty people and the Vipers became the resident band there. However, during a break in one of the Vipers sets a young guy named Tommy Hicks took to the stage to sing some rock ‘n’ roll. Hick was soon talent-spotted, renamed Tommy Steele and had his first single out ‘Rock With The Cavemen’.
Numerous future recording stars would go on to perform and be discovered at the 2i’s. These include Cliff Richard and the Shadows, Vince Eager, Adam Faith, Carlo Little, Joe Brown, Clem Cattini, Eden Kane, Tony Sheridan, Albert Lee, Johnny Kidd, Ritchie Blackmore and Big Jim Sullivan.
“When Hank and I came to London at the age of 16 we went to the 2 I’s coffee bar to be discovered, as did Cliff as did lots of other people,” recalled the Shadows’ Bruce Welch in a documentary.
The 2i’s closed towards the end of the 60s, becoming a series of cafe bars and restaurants. A plaque was installed in September 2006 but it was only with the opening of Poppies Fish & Chips restaurant in 2016 that they really went to town in celebrating the venue’s historic legacy. There’s old photos on the walls, part of the old painted plasterwork has been uncovered and there’s a neon sign at the top of the stairs to the basement recreating the coffee bar’s famous logo.
And the basement? Now it’s just the gents and ladies toilets and a narrow corridor with some memorabilia on display but you can pop down there and think about all of those who performed down here and helped shape the course of British rock history.
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