Post by Pinkline Jones on Apr 28, 2004 16:18:23 GMT 10
DEEP PURPLE CONCERT REVIEW: Venue STAR CITY Lyric Theatre 22 APRIL 04
Geez life’s tough. What to do? - another all night drinking session - with soggy pizza and directionless taxi ride? – AND/or or a couple of hours entertainment provided by a bunch of rich musicians? Damn it – let’s run with the “AND” scenario.
Walking Frames Inc. presents Deep Purple in Concert. Venue: Sydney's wonderful Star City. Cut to car park: “Gee I hope mummy and daddy come back with those ice creams soon”.
We’re more excited than “Big Kev”. Applause applause out he trots - the wild long-haired lout from Sunbury and in more recent years - score writer for Disney. Let's "give it up for" um well if I squint…a bit from reclining milk crate Z56 – I’d swear it was Billy Thorpe, or maybe Don Burke or perhaps the toothless man from the railway station. Clap clap.
Thorpy’s “gift” to the fans comes in the form of a thoroughly half-resistable boquet of semi-memorable charmers. The volume is suprisingly low, an oddity given that the chap has a reputation for playing at a level akin to the sound a 747 entering one ear and coming out the other side.
Here we go! "Most People I Know Think That I'm Crazy" – the evening’s A side to “Midnight in Tangiers" (or “5am at the Bourbon and Beef”)Yes folks it’s every recording artist's nightmare - ELHS (Extreme Lack of Hits Syndrome). Disappointingly - no “Over the Rainbow" and another exciting opportunity for a Nikki Webster duet goes begging. But Thorpy is a good old artist I’ll admit – Go the artificial harmonics! chant the guitar heads who are among the few who are able to differentiate between the tone of a Stratocaster and a Slazenger Maxply.
Intermission time: Down the hatch with a beer - directly linked to the Tokyo Ginza Real Estate index. Back we go. A dimming of the lights precedes a shuffling of rock star shoes and one barefoot Ian “Zola Budd” Gillan. And what a clean cut bunch – A far cry from the golden days, when ninety per cent of the tour logistics was tied up with the cost of the four semi trailers needed to transport a group's pimple cream.
"My Woman from Tokyo", "Speed King", "Highway Star", - dazzle into our senses - enveloped in a tastefully effective lights show. Gillan's vocal is strong, Glover's bass guitar support excellent while Morse sets his own blistering pace on lead – smart a*se. A “solo” Steve thrills us with "Contact Lost" – a piece about a space shuttle crew rudely gone MIA during a TV broadcast.
Another highlight is the gluttonous riff trading between Morse and keyboard madman Don Airey. Insert: two kids battling each other in a cake eating contest. And of course the mandatory snapshot alluding to wider musical pastures - a burst of "Rondo Ala Turca" complemented with a semi-kitsch suck up job in the form of “Waltzing Ma-Williamson". Yeah hand me the bucket on that one.
The best light-hearted moment comes when the group leaves the stage for the final time without having played "Smoke on the Water". Ummm well that WOULD have been funny. In truth – a very enjoyable affair albeit it with a few reservations as to whether I wish to be a regular financial contributor towards the planned extensions to someone’s private heliport.
PINKLINE JONES
Geez life’s tough. What to do? - another all night drinking session - with soggy pizza and directionless taxi ride? – AND/or or a couple of hours entertainment provided by a bunch of rich musicians? Damn it – let’s run with the “AND” scenario.
Walking Frames Inc. presents Deep Purple in Concert. Venue: Sydney's wonderful Star City. Cut to car park: “Gee I hope mummy and daddy come back with those ice creams soon”.
We’re more excited than “Big Kev”. Applause applause out he trots - the wild long-haired lout from Sunbury and in more recent years - score writer for Disney. Let's "give it up for" um well if I squint…a bit from reclining milk crate Z56 – I’d swear it was Billy Thorpe, or maybe Don Burke or perhaps the toothless man from the railway station. Clap clap.
Thorpy’s “gift” to the fans comes in the form of a thoroughly half-resistable boquet of semi-memorable charmers. The volume is suprisingly low, an oddity given that the chap has a reputation for playing at a level akin to the sound a 747 entering one ear and coming out the other side.
Here we go! "Most People I Know Think That I'm Crazy" – the evening’s A side to “Midnight in Tangiers" (or “5am at the Bourbon and Beef”)Yes folks it’s every recording artist's nightmare - ELHS (Extreme Lack of Hits Syndrome). Disappointingly - no “Over the Rainbow" and another exciting opportunity for a Nikki Webster duet goes begging. But Thorpy is a good old artist I’ll admit – Go the artificial harmonics! chant the guitar heads who are among the few who are able to differentiate between the tone of a Stratocaster and a Slazenger Maxply.
Intermission time: Down the hatch with a beer - directly linked to the Tokyo Ginza Real Estate index. Back we go. A dimming of the lights precedes a shuffling of rock star shoes and one barefoot Ian “Zola Budd” Gillan. And what a clean cut bunch – A far cry from the golden days, when ninety per cent of the tour logistics was tied up with the cost of the four semi trailers needed to transport a group's pimple cream.
"My Woman from Tokyo", "Speed King", "Highway Star", - dazzle into our senses - enveloped in a tastefully effective lights show. Gillan's vocal is strong, Glover's bass guitar support excellent while Morse sets his own blistering pace on lead – smart a*se. A “solo” Steve thrills us with "Contact Lost" – a piece about a space shuttle crew rudely gone MIA during a TV broadcast.
Another highlight is the gluttonous riff trading between Morse and keyboard madman Don Airey. Insert: two kids battling each other in a cake eating contest. And of course the mandatory snapshot alluding to wider musical pastures - a burst of "Rondo Ala Turca" complemented with a semi-kitsch suck up job in the form of “Waltzing Ma-Williamson". Yeah hand me the bucket on that one.
The best light-hearted moment comes when the group leaves the stage for the final time without having played "Smoke on the Water". Ummm well that WOULD have been funny. In truth – a very enjoyable affair albeit it with a few reservations as to whether I wish to be a regular financial contributor towards the planned extensions to someone’s private heliport.
PINKLINE JONES
