Music review: James, Hydro, Glasgow - 'actual goose bumps ensued'
James, OVO Hydro, Glasgow ****
The show began with a polite and not unreasonable request from a disembodied voice: James would like us to switch off our phones for the duration of the performance. Most people complied. Some didn’t.
After the third song, while standing – somewhat precariously – on the crash barrier, frontman Tim Booth gently chided the refuseniks: “If I’m going to risk my neck for a Glaswegian audience, the least you could do is put your phones away? You’ll need two hands to support a rather frail sixty-four-year-old.”
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Even that didn’t do the trick. Several phones remained stubbornly aloft, much to Booth’s obvious annoyance. This created a weird tension in the enormo-dome, but the band ploughed on like the seasoned pros they are. The occasionally transcendent power of their music eventually prevailed over the nagging awkwardness.
They delivered all the hits – Laid, Born of Frustration, Come Home and, inevitably, Sit Down – plus several songs from their pretty good new album Yummy. Resplendent in a capacious pair of white pantaloons, hippie guru Booth – whose supple voice hasn’t aged one bit over the years – rewarded the faithful with his signature ‘fighting off invisible bats’ dance, and a crowd surf/walkabout during Just Like Fred Astaire.
As requested, most people in the first few rows supported him with their phone-free hands. Others filmed him.
The undoubted highlight was a genuinely moving rendition of their best song Sometimes, which climaxed with massed backing vocals and the audience repeating its exultant refrain: “Sometimes, when I look into your eyes, I swear I can see your soul.” Actual goose-bumps ensued.
James are the more than acceptable face of arena rock: tuneful, sincere, touchy, feely and mildly despairing of the prevalence of mobile devices at large social gatherings. I’m on their side.