She may Hate Herself For Loving You but Joan Jett, her posing guitarists and granddad drummer and keyboardist look and feel more like a functions band instead of really loving Rock N’Roll. Oh dear. Yes, she plays all her known songs but none of them excite and none of them inspire as the performance just looks like they’re going through the motions. When she asks the crowd to scream, they just stand there, bemused. (2)
Next up in this triple-line up of legend rock is the mighty Motorhead, who put on a decent if not ecstatically exciting show. As one expects, every word from Lemmy sounds like it could be his last and the volume of the band in so bloody loud it’s a wonder if no one soiled themselves. They put on a better show than Joan Jett, but there’s a lack of interest in their performance if, like me, you never really appreciated their specific brand of audio battery. They, of course, finish with an encore of a crap acoustic number and redeem themselves with ‘Ace of Spades’ and ‘OverKill’. (3)
The guitarists straddle their axes, legs spread as far as their leather trousers will let them as the Alice Cooper Horror Show takes the stage. More a piece of theatre than a rock concert, the show is fantastic. It stars Alice Cooper and his daughter as well a few hooded extras as they work around classics such as Dead Babies, Feed My Frankenstein, Schools Out, Billion Dollar Babies and more.
Some songs, like Dead Babies, are given contexts and stories where Alice stabs a baby, is strapped up in a straightjacket and then hung. Others feature, like Feed My Frankenstein, just good old fashioned showmanship. Alice and his team are complete pros.
Top hats, canes, fencing swords, roll-on gallows, horse whips, balloons, wedding dresses, leather jackets, it’s all there and it’s all brilliant.
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