So here’s the promised review from last night’s rare performance by Guns ‘n Roses at London’s Docklands Arena barn:
1. The Gunners have a guitarist who wears a Chinese theatre mask, a wig that looks like the hair of original guitarist Slash, and an upturned Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket on his head adorned with the word “Funeral.” He has a solo spot where his demonstrates both martial arts skills with a set of nunchucks and body-popping.
2. Axl is quite friendly, even self-effacing, at one point preventing a roadie from toweling down a spot on the stage which had got wet so that he could do it himself.
3. The old songs were great, the new ones sub-industrial, shapeless, interminable dirges.
Actually, if you want a proper review, here’s one from the guy in the seat next to me. I heard him phone in the original, and can vouch for the fact that’s it’s been extremely badly edited. Especially the non-use of the word “cumbersome,” which was my contribution to the original piece.
Anyhow, bollocks to all this stadium nonsense, tonight I’m off to see the 27-member choral symphonic pop band Polyphonic Spree. How’s that for variety?