(posted by Mike)
Capsule culture reviews: Blondie, Nottingham Royal Centre.
OK, OK. I totally respect your desire to be seen as a Continuing Artistic Entity, rather than some clapped-out scampi-in-the-basket cabaret-act-cum-travelling-jukebox. But, really: thirty minute gaps between the hits, while you diligently plod your way through the last album (which nobody actually bought) is rather pushing it, wouldn't you say? Talk about killing an atmosphere stone dead.
Still. Debbie's hair is back to that classic 78/79 flicked bob which suits her so well - especially when lent extra flickage by a judiciously placed wind machine. She still can't dance (and the "drunken auntie at a wedding disco" line has already been done to death, so let's not), but we love her for her batty "I'm still Art" singularity. Especially during Rapture - where, straight after the line "and you don't stop/do the punk rock", she actually spits on the floor. (Yay! Spirit of 77!)
Most importantly of all: they played Dreaming, my official Favourite Pop Record of All Time. Shivers up the spine, the works. OK, so it was the second song of the night and everything went downhill from there onwards, but those four minutes alone justified the entire over-inflated ticket price.
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