The Stranglers at the Roundhouse, London, June 1977
I’m fed up with reviewing Stranglers concerts. Screwing words to fit white spaces. Saturation level reached. Nothing more to say. Nice to go along and simply see them without making any hollow analysis.
Right, I’ve got 15 minutes to write this . . .
Two shows at the Roundhouse. Queues along the Chalk Farm Road. Staple guns in Camden. Around 6,000 tickets sold in one week. Reporters from the Guinness Book of hot shots abounded.
First Show – Sober. This fair land’s strange licensing hours prevented a lot of people having a better time. The band (I thought Hugh Cornwell was dead anyway) played. Played very well in fact. Probably never played better. Lots of healthy new songs too.
Second Show – Bar-room blitz. Audience reaction one over the eight. Dedicated followers of fashion loving every minute. The band played again. Played very well again. Er, then they finished. Peachy.
End of tour. And what a bummer summer. This is getting ridiculous.
Few minutes to kill. Oh yeah, The Cortinas were pretty good. Terrible view from side stage but there was a nice pair of Bristols up front (na, that’s where they come from). Numb crowd first set, second, more supporting.
The Cortinas drove along at a . . . Enough of that. Just watch this space. Thank you and good night. (Record Mirror)