TO BE honest I'd sooner
have been somewhere else with someone
else. Or anywhere else with anyone else.
From my seat the stage was on the horizon
and over it hung suspended giant
inflatable balls. What a feast of
sadistic punning such a spectacle could
offer the tired reviewer! Over the
auditorium were nets of regular sized
balloons, no doubt to be released at the
show's finale to explode on the tips of
lighted cigarettes with an echoing and
wildly symbolic POP!
this distance the Thompson Twins looked
like miniatures. They moved with a
dwarf-like charm. I gritted my ears and
pinned back my teeth. Played end to end
it became clear how dead weedy the TTs'
tunes have become since they released the
comparative energy bolt of 'Love On Your
Side'. Their surprising number of hits
move at uniformly sluggish tempos and
have marginally dramatic intros and
outros. Inbetween lies a striking lack of
it is that lack of anything much
that has become the TT's forte. It,
clothed In a thin layer of budget
glamour, has fuelled their ascent into
the upper strata of 1980s Britpop. On
stage they provoke (in those who seek it)
a genuine but tacky excitement and exude
offer no excuses. Something in me admires
them for that. They relish this kind of
environment and don't look lost within
it. They don't want to be taken
seriously. They just want to be taken.
And they are.