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The Rolling Stones, 02 Arena

Expensive blokeish nostalgia act are occasionally inspiring but run out of steam

Still the greatest?

My, my, what a big arena. First ever time I’ve set foot in the O2 Arena. Never before made it down here to view New Labour’s hubris. Another cherry about to be busted involves seeing tonight’s band – I’ve listened to The Rolling Stones for about 40 of my 48 years but never been near a gig of theirs. OK, I once did buy a tout ticket to see Keith Richards at the Town & Country when he toured solo in the early Nineties. And I also caught Charlie Watts’ big band at Ronnie Scott’s a decade ago. Both were great. But the Stones in a stadium? Nah.

Never imagined I’d get to this 18,000-capacity monster either. Then a friend scored tickets and, of course, I’m there. First impression: I’m one of the younger people here. And it’s very blokey. The vibe here is like that of a Premier League match – very ageing lad. Why, there’s Paul Weller! Now where’s Jeremy Clarkson?

8.24: the lights go down and the video screens fill with a montage of talking heads – Iggy, Elton, J Depp and lesser celebs – spouting nonsense about the Rolling Stones. Three minutes later a samba band are striding the aisles beating their drums, all adorned in masks featuring the ugly gorilla on the cover of the 300th Stones hits album. The Brazilian drums lend a tension to proceedings, signalling something dark and sexy. Then the lights come on and a bunch of skinny, wrinkly men are on stage.

Definitely not the last time – especially when people will pay these ticket prices

“Get Off My Cloud” opens proceedings and the sound is clean and harsh. Mick is wearing a silver lamé jacket and black hat and running every which way. They launch into “I Wanna Be Your Man” – Ronnie does Brian’s slide part as black and white images of Jones flood the video monitors. Mick then addresses the crowd, mentioning their South London origins and what a pint of milk, a loaf of bread and a concert ticket used to cost back then. Good joke (my ticket value is 375 quid and I’m not in the posh seats).

Straight into “The Last Time” with Mick drawling out “I don’t know”. Another teaser. They’re sounding powerful, no mess. Definitely not the last time – especially when people will pay these ticket prices. "Paint It Black" is taken slower, almost psychedelic in its guitar figure, and Mick has fun enunciating the words. Very tasty. I’m getting into this.

No I’m not: they’re playing “Gimme Shelter” – possibly my favourite rock song ever – but not feeling its ominous weight. And Florence Welch is brought on to murder the female vocal and mince around Mick. Sunday night got Mary J Blige: I believe we have been short-changed.

Seats are brought out for Keith and Ronnie to pluck "Lady Jane". I too have a seat. Then I’m standing because Eric Clapton – looking jovial – is joining them for a work out on Muddy Waters’ “Champagne & Reefer”. Eric, Ronnie and Keith each take a turn at a brief solo while Mick improvises a pro-legalisation verse that’s nice and droll. Eric’s gone without having added much and they’re ripping through “Live With Me”. The video screens fill with American music icons: Etta, Elvis, Miles, Leadbelly, Muddy, Merle, Louis, Chuck, Wolf etc. The band sound tight and tough and Charlie continues to work his magic.

“Miss You” and everything is perfect. Mick is playing guitar so singing rather than running and bassist Darryl Jones finally gets his chubby features on the video screens. He and Charlie build up a huge drum ‘n’ bass groove before Bobby Keys lets out a big, fat sax burp. These pensioners are suddenly sounding dangerous. Imagine if the Stones had stuck with being a white Chic – they might have truly accomplished something in the Eighties!

Then Mick announces “some new songs” and I sit down. “Doom & Gloom” and the other instantly forgotten tune are so bad even Jack White wouldn’t want to claim them. I get the feeling the evening has peaked. The couple next to me, who brought baby along (headphones on the poor mite’s head), fear he has been damaged forever and leave.

Comments

Expensive blokeish nostalgia

Expensive blokeish nostalgia act reviewed in clumsy fashion by unpaid blogger, perchance?

A strange obsession with Mr.

A strange obsession with Mr. Cartwrights underwear by some correspondents here. Neither of whom, I note, had the balls to post their actual names. The internet makes us so brave doesn't it?

you must be the only 1

you must be the only 1 persopn out of the 20000 to natter sush nonsense,another muso snob who thinks hes cool mocking the stones when secretly his h & m y fronts were sodden in jizz.

As a longtime fan, I

As a longtime fan, I recognize a fellow longtime fan in Garth's report--he loves the Stones when they are great, but is an honest reviewer. Agree with previous comment: this is the first Stones review I've read in years that gave me any sense of what I would have heard if I'd been there.

At least Garth knows how to

At least Garth knows how to appreciate Mick Taylor, who should never have left the band. Ron Wood has the looks of a Stone but not the proper skills to replace him. This was my 17th time to see the guys, but the first gig with Mick Taylor, and my 500 euro seat was worth every penny of it... Frits – Ireland.

My guess is that he was

My guess is that he was getting his panties wet at duran duran concerts during his youth.

This is the first review I

This is the first review I have read of this concert that has given me any idea at all about what was actually happening on the night, with rose tinted specs not just forgotten but never ever purchased in the first place. It's also the first I've seen that mentions Darryl Jones, Stones bassist of nearly two decades and a fine musician. It sounds as though Garth was actually listening to the music! So many reviews these days seem to be written by people of limited vision and experience with uncannily similar preoccupations and preconceptions. It's very nice to see a review written by somebody who will, I hope, continue to say exactly what he thinks.

Low-grade student mag

Low-grade student mag writing, sticks out like a sore thumb on The Arts Desk.

I thought it was rather

I thought it was rather well-written, though Mr Cartwright didn't tell us how old he is so the line 'First impression: I’m one of the younger people here' doesn't mean much.

Um, "40 of my 48 years"

Um, "40 of my 48 years" suggests a figure. Appreciated the forensic analysis myself.

Please learn to write before

Please learn to write before writing another review.

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