Blur live at Meltdown Festival,
London
2
July 2000
Reviewed by
NME
This is BLURs one and only gig of the year in the UK. And it certainly isnt singles night. They work through a set that has an almost mystifying choice of oldies and few of the hits you might expect, but they do it with flashes of incredible insight and a sense of fun, fulfiling their duty of winding down SCOTT WALKERs MELTDOWN FESTIVAL at the LONDON ROYAL FESTIVAL HALL.
Starting the set with Battle with a curt "Good evening - this is it, once this year, the choice has been difficult," from frontman Damon Albarn, they go for the jugular with a ferocious assault on the song. Guitarist Graham Coxon, who embarks on his solo tour in a weeks time, seems to be more upfront in the vocal mix, his backing tones stronger than before and more powerful, the whole song reaching out, with Damon screaming into the microphone.
The holy tones of Tender are swollen by six members of the London Community Gospel Choir, with a typically louche Alex James, fag drooping from mouth, swaps his bass for a double-bass. They delve back into the album Modern Life Is Rubbish for Blue Jeans, described by Damon as a song that he wrote when moved to West London, but it seems an odd choice when none of the albums singles are included in tonights set and there are times when they seem almost self-conscious during it.
Then Trimm Trabb comes
along and bangs it all to hell, with Damon giving
the assembled Blur faithful a big come-on, winking
and grinning, almost luring them into it, forcing them to
give more of a reaction. The front sections of the
audience are more static than they were are last
nights Radiohead show in the same venue. He
does engage them, but - maybe being a more arty,
analytical festival crowd than your average Blur
audience - it doesnt take off in quite the way it
might do.
Country Sad Ballad Man is "about the generation that put us all in the state that we are in now," then To The End is dedicated to Scott Walker with the words: "He had an enormous influence on all our [Blurs] lives."
The frontman is clearly enjoying Look Inside America and it is one of the best of the older songs they play tonight, with Damon wreathed in genuine, huge grins.
And then it all goes a bit pear-shaped with Beetlebum, with Damon and Graham collapsing in fits of giggles looking at Alex, the song disintegrating halfway through. They restart and carry on and the punters really dont seem to mind at all.
This Is A Low is the highlight by miles. Damon has his arms aloft, swathed in scarlet lighting, and the whole crowd raising its voice in chorus with him. Its beautiful, perfect.
No Distance Left To Run sees the celebrity guest slot for the evening - no, its not Kylie, its not Billie, it is a nubile Ken Livingston perched on a podium to the left of the drum-riser, looking for all the world like your dad perched up there, awkwardly (almost) boogieing away. Hes enjoying himself though, bless.
The finale of the encore-free set is the new track Black Book, which is almost hesitantly introduced with the words: "This is the one new song we are playing, if you dont like it were fucked." It almost picks up where Tender left off, a lengthy build-up but they are baring themselves in this song, the refrain "give me my soul" reinforced again, and again, and again. The song builds up to a huge, pounding guitar track, echoing the tempo of Tender.
Despite howls for Song 2 there is no encore, its a no-nonsense, no-frills set and pretty unpredictable. Whether they wussed out of the shock-set entirely comprised of new songs as hinted at by Coxon or whether it was never really on the cards isnt clear. But an audience leave thoroughly satisfied. Whether the band are or not, we dont know.
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