Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:35 pm
Shane MacGowan & Friends, The Summit Inn, Howth, 17th September 2010.
Setlist
1. Sally MacLennane
2. I’ll Be Your Handbag
3. If I Should Fall….
4. That Woman’s Got Me Drinking
5. Sunnyside Of The Street
6. Brand New Cadillac
7. Rainy Night In Soho
8. Church Of The Holy Spook
9. Victoria
10. A Pair Of Brown Eyes
11. London Girl
12. White City
13. Her Father Didn’t Like Me Anyway
14. Cracklin’ Rosie
15. Louie Louie
16. The Irish Rover
17. Dirty Old Town
I persuaded a security man to photograph the set-list for me before Shane, and his new band, came on. “Fucking great”, I thought to myself. There were a few crowd pleasers for the ‘neutrals’ in the audience, a few songs I hadn’t heard Shane sing live in years, and some covers.
I knew from their reputation, and some internet research, the band had pedigree. For instance, the bass player (Jack Dublin) and drummer (Paul Byrne) both played with 1980’s band ‘InTua Nua’.
Shortly after 11pm the band, followed by Joey and Shane, took to the small stage. The venue, a nightclub with a capacity of maybe 300 people, was almost full. Shane, wearing a full length coat and sunglasses, went over to his microphone. He shook hands with some people at the front of the crowd and launched into ‘Sally MacLennane’. For some reason, there was no microphone set up for Joey to play whistle. I also noticed that the now customary fan (the air-blowing kind) at Shane’s feet was absent. There was also no resting place for the two pint glasses of water he was carrying. The second song was a great version of ‘I’ll Be Your Handbag”. Okay, there were a few lyrical hiccups but Shane’s vocals were powerful and energetic. During the 3rd song , ‘If I Should Fall’, problems arose. Shane, for whatever reason, couldn’t find the right key for the song or judge his cues. I heard him passing a remark, off microphone, at the end of the song that he had a problem with the key.
Shane had difficulties with cues, keys, and lyrics, throughout the rest of the set. In saying that, when everything came together like ‘Her Father Didn’t Like Me’, ‘That Woman’s Got Me Drinking’, and ‘Dirty Old Town’, it was great. I particularly enjoyed ‘Her Father Didn’t Like Me’. Shane sang the line “Her father was a right c**t anyway” with real venom. I got the impression that Shane hadn’t rehearsed with the band as often as he should have. The musicians had clearly learned the material and I thought they were pretty tight. The sound is far more stripped down than The Pogues. This lent itself to songs like ‘Louie, Louie’ and ‘Handbag’ in particular. From my vantage point, I could hardly hear Sarge on keyboards. On the occasions I could, it was a welcome addition.
Unusually, Shane remained onstage for the whole set. ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’ was listed as the final number but they continued through to the encores without a break.
For the benefit of casual fans, and ambulance chasers, Shane was by no stretch of the imagination fucked up, out of it, or any other description you may care to use. He drank very little and wasn’t smoking at all. I make this point because, in my opinion, the ropey parts of Shane’s performance were down to his reluctance to rehearse than substance abuse.