Washington Post: Performing Arts
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 9:34 pmThe Pogues
You know that feeling when the singer reaches the second verse of the national anthem, and the crowd switches from bellowing every syllable to awkwardly slurring the melody? That's what the vocals at a Pogues gig sound like. And we're not just talking about the crush of Guinness-sweating punters waiting impatiently to howl the chorus of "Sally MacLennane" or "The Body of an American." It's Pogues frontman Shane MacGowan, too -- especially him. Even back in the Irish trad-punk ensemble's Thatcher-era heyday, he disguised his poignant, funny lyrics beneath an unintelligible delivery.
Watching MacGowan, now puffy and paunchy, amble onstage at the 9:30 club on Sunday recalled Keith Richards's customary concert greeting, "It's good to be here. It's good to be anywhere." The years since the band sacked MacGowan for Winehouse-style problems in 1991 and reinstated him in 2001 (sporadic tours followed, but no new music) appear to have been anything but kind. But MacGowan still has a banshee wail to beat Howard Dean's, and the singer's abrasive growl is all a band this marvelous needs to give its amphetamine-spiked take on Irish folk a focal point.
The set started off shaky, MacGowan singing of "goin' where streams of whiskey are flowin'," and looking like he'd arrived there already. He grew more lucid and powerful as the evening gathered steam, through two hours and 26 songs, mostly from the Pogues' first three (and best) albums.
Singing their lone post-MacGowan hit, "Tuesday Morning," and other tunes, tin-whistler Spider Stacy proved himself an animated frontman, banging his head against a metal tray to give the closing "Fiesta" some extra percussion. Guitarist Phil Chevron, treated last year for throat cancer, sounded weak singing his own "Thousands Are Sailing" -- one of the band's finest recorded moments -- but you were glad he tried. Hearing him reminded us it's good to be anywhere. But to be here, with this band on this night, well, that was great.
-- Chris Klimek
You know that feeling when the singer reaches the second verse of the national anthem, and the crowd switches from bellowing every syllable to awkwardly slurring the melody? That's what the vocals at a Pogues gig sound like. And we're not just talking about the crush of Guinness-sweating punters waiting impatiently to howl the chorus of "Sally MacLennane" or "The Body of an American." It's Pogues frontman Shane MacGowan, too -- especially him. Even back in the Irish trad-punk ensemble's Thatcher-era heyday, he disguised his poignant, funny lyrics beneath an unintelligible delivery.
Watching MacGowan, now puffy and paunchy, amble onstage at the 9:30 club on Sunday recalled Keith Richards's customary concert greeting, "It's good to be here. It's good to be anywhere." The years since the band sacked MacGowan for Winehouse-style problems in 1991 and reinstated him in 2001 (sporadic tours followed, but no new music) appear to have been anything but kind. But MacGowan still has a banshee wail to beat Howard Dean's, and the singer's abrasive growl is all a band this marvelous needs to give its amphetamine-spiked take on Irish folk a focal point.
The set started off shaky, MacGowan singing of "goin' where streams of whiskey are flowin'," and looking like he'd arrived there already. He grew more lucid and powerful as the evening gathered steam, through two hours and 26 songs, mostly from the Pogues' first three (and best) albums.
Singing their lone post-MacGowan hit, "Tuesday Morning," and other tunes, tin-whistler Spider Stacy proved himself an animated frontman, banging his head against a metal tray to give the closing "Fiesta" some extra percussion. Guitarist Phil Chevron, treated last year for throat cancer, sounded weak singing his own "Thousands Are Sailing" -- one of the band's finest recorded moments -- but you were glad he tried. Hearing him reminded us it's good to be anywhere. But to be here, with this band on this night, well, that was great.
-- Chris Klimek