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Review by Nick Morgan
THE ROLLIN STONED Half Moon,
Putney, London, April 1st 2006
Serge, I have to say that it’s all looking
a bit ‘soixante-huit’ in your lovely
France at the moment, what with all your riots and
things; you know, flying cobble stones, masked students
throwing Molotov cocktails (cask-strength of course),
tear gas, rubber bullets and so on. Of course back
here in good Old Blighty we really prefer ‘soixante-neuf’.
So that’s partly why we’ve come down
to Putney to enjoy "The
Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Tribute Band in the World".
Of course the other reason is that we had tickets
to see the Rolling Stones at our great new Wemberly
Stadium (ah – ‘soixante-six’,
I still remember it so well) in August. But now
the stadium will not be built on time – I
blame the Australian contractors, revenge for taking
their Ashes from them I suppose – and who
knows if we will ever get to review the grand old
dames of rock ‘n roll for Whiskyfun.
Let me get this straight. I really don’t get
tribute bands – apart from the fact that they
are so much fun, and sometimes (tonight?) a bit
better than the real thing. And fascinating for
someone like my now 18-year-old son, who with great
bravura strides past the friendly Half Moon bouncers
to the bar and buys us all vats of their very good
London beer. But the place is packed – and
obviously, and somewhat alarmingly, even tribute
bands have stalker fans, a bit like a supermarket
own label malt having a Maniac I suppose. But everyone
is here to have a good time and the band do not
Against a dark and vaguely Moroccan backdrop they
took the stage promptly at nine, Charlie, Keith,
Mick (Taylor), Bill, and Mick (and Nicky on the
keyboards). All wearing preposterous wigs, Bill
with a pair of groupie-girl panties hanging from
his base, Keith smokin’ and ready to go, and
(Sir) Mick pouting for England. They cracked into
– I think – ‘Start me up’,
but I’m no Stones fan so don’t ask me,
and then played ferociously for two hours ‘till
the Half Moon’s 11.00pm curfew. And what we
got was for the most part classic Stones from about
1965 to 1975, with a respectful amount of humour.
And of course we couldn’t have that without
Brian, who joined after about half an hour, apparently
dropping in from heaven with wings, sparklers, gaspers,
champagne and all.
I don’t need to give you a set list, just
make it up for yourself. It was a gas, gas, gas.
And according to the Photographer (who IS a fan)
better than the Christmas ‘Hot Licks’
thirty DVD set compilation of their last tour (and
believe me I can agree, having had to watch all
of it, at least three times). But ‘though
I had a great time I couldn’t help wondering,
“what do these people do for a day job?”.
mean, does the wig come off and Mick just goes down
to the building society where he’s an assistant
manager? And why, apart from the money, would you
really want to spend your Saturday nights doing
this? So many questions Serge, and so few answers.
But whilst you’re pondering, here’s
a tribute you might like, Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited,
released on April 17th, and put together I think
by that bright boy of Brit pop, the not-so-young
Jarvis Cocker. Now that’s what I call ‘soixante-huit’!
- Nick Morgan (all photographs by Kate)
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