This Boy, Twist and Shout, I Want To Hold
Your Hand, Help!, I Feel Fine, Day Tripper, Paperback Writer….the early belters
were delivered as accurately as you could ever hope to hear. They are a
stunning band and New George seems to have improved the sound. In fact it is
far easier now to spot what doesn’t
sound 100% as opposed to what does (eg. the solo parts on Taxman. Not enough
distortion. Like Ringo, it’s only a small thing though). Before Yesterday, we
had an updated gag from George - “and so
for Paul McCartney of Liverpool, Britain’s Got Talent!”. The song was performed
well enough but Paul seemed to sound less like Beatle Paul here. On the rockier
tunes and on backing vocals he still sounded great (man) but exposed on this
ballad, he just seemed to sound like a good singer, not McCartney. It was less
nasal, a little too light. Maybe New George had scratched ‘P45’ into the back
of Sly’s acoustic and it had unsettled him.
There was a new costume change in to dark blue/green
double-breasted suits with red silk shirts. I hadn’t seen those before. This
was after we had been treated to another butchered segment of the familiar backdrop
film. Relatively-New John is excellent but he seemed quite distant, something
more noticeable during the pre-Pepper songs. I couldn’t decide if he was
actively trying to nail John’s casual indifference or was tired of touring or
just plain bored with the early tunes. He looks and sounds terrific but that
air of latent menace is missing. Like Yoko though, it’s tiny and insignificant
in the scheme of things.
Halftime drinks were waiting for us on a
table away from the bar. If you ever go to the Concert Hall, I can’t recommend ordering
these highly enough (just don’t drink mine). You are more likely to find a sensible
football pundit on ITV than get served at the bar in the interval. The second
half rocked and rolled along beautifully – Get Back, All You Need Is Love, A
Day In The Life, Revolution, Let It Be. Can you go wrong with such classics?
Well, yes you can. I have seen and heard enough thoroughly woeful versions to
know when they are actually done justice and The Bootleg Beatles are utterly faithful
in every way. The banter with the crowd (acknowledging committed dancers in the
front row, meaning they should probably have been committed), the studied
mannerisms, the quality musicianship, the careful use of strings and brass….but
more than all these is the feel. Through time and hard work they have simply
mastered the perfect feel and it is
testament to the patience and knowledge of the original band that they are able
to replace older members so seamlessly. They’re still the act we’ve known for
all these years.
Apologies if I missed a dancing elephant on
stage during Hey Jude or the entire twelfth row spontaneously combusting but by
the end John, Paul, George and Ringo had been eclipsed in my mind by John,
Jack, Jim and the burning need for a massive bag of salty chips. Can’t buy me
love? No, but you can buy me a pint in The Bell before said chips while I
ramble on for 20 minutes about a fire extinguisher and New George’s teeth. Oh
and a ticket for next year’s show. You can
do that.
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