Bristol Gig 16/12/08

[telboyblue]

Brilliant Gig last night ,a real stormer of a set all the old clasics. Just like being back at the town and country circa 86-88 Shane was on top form.If you are on your way to Brixton in the next few days your in for a treat.Support from Urbam voodoo well worth a listen.

[twood50785]

Brilliant gig. Thanks to all the band for a truely great night.

And yes, the support band where pretty cool too. Where are they from?

[Gavin [aka GC]]

Brilliant gig. Thanks to all the band for a truely great night.

And yes, the support band where pretty cool too. Where are they from?

Hi - The Urban Voodoo Machine are from Dalston, East London.
http://www.theurbanvoodoomachine.com
http://www.myspace.com/theurbanvoodoomachine

[Jon]

Yep, what a fucking great way to return to Bristol - the venue was packed to the rafters.

[Kevin]

Excellent gig.

They came on stage at 9 and played for nearly 2 hours. Shane and the band where on top form.

Thanks Pogues see you next year!

[twood50785]

Is this the only thread for the Bristol gig? If so, why the hell is there so little posts about it?!

Anyone got a setlist please?

[Kevin]

The set list was the same I think as the one posted on the 1st night.

Its hard to remember 2 hours of songs. I didn't have a notebook handy!

[MacRua]

And my presonal winner (among last tour reviews):

Christmas Eve (Babel)
An Idiot's Guide to Dreaming
Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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...The Pogues at The Bristol Carling Academy last night... packed to the gills (can't remember the last time I saw something genuinely popular)and seething with brain-disconnected-from-head dancing...the crowd urging them on towards, inevitably, A Fairytale...

Shane MaGowan is to The Pogues as Mark E Smith is to The Fall; his band need to circle carefully around him, watching and listening for his every mood in order to rearrange the songs, making the world fit him rather than trying to make him fit the world. It's this that breaks The Pogues away from the look-at-me-dad-I'm tinwhistling! strand of homogenised folkrock murk, this that makes them transcend their cod everything approach; the shamble is the music, it doesn't interrupt it... The spirity of the Pogues can be found in the spaces between the time signatures, the tiny, tinny, effervescent but almost impercetible slurring of their music as it struggles to keep in tune with their singer...

The Pogues deal in Emotional Aggregates; you don't need to hear the words to understand what they're trying to say...

... or rather, it's a form of Urban Glossolalia; everyone hears what they need to with no nasty cultural signifiers to get in the way, despite on the surface this being London Irish through and through; a hyper-schematic, coagulated form of Irishness that perhaps never related to the grim truth...

Shane speaks in tongues and the crowd hear a kind of Fallen Angel, stumbling on the abyss, looking down and counting the number of angels on a drop of Martini Bianco.

His smile is as crooked as his rage.

His face is like Beckett's and not unrelated.

He moves like he's struggling with time.

He should have been in Preacher. He sort of was.

They play all the hits, bone-shards of snow falls during the Christmas number, they keep going. I'm not sure that they've ever been away but I'm glad they're back.

[jennylois]

What! A valid review!