No matter how you engage with live music it is a fact that
not every single show you attend will send you home with a jaw aching smile
etched on your face, a ringing in your ears that is competing with the roaring
beat of your heart, and a belief that rock and roll can change the world.
They come few and far between at the best of times, but when
they do they serve to reaffirm your faith in all that is good about diving
headlong into music.
If you do manage to be in the right place at the right time
to experience one of these gigs then they serve to act as a solid adrenaline
kick to the system, an amphetamine rush to the senses that makes the world
sharper, brighter, and just that bit easier to deal with.
And that’s exactly what the Last Great Dreamers delivered when
they rolled into Glasgow
to dispense their own brand of elegantly wasted rock and roll.
It was one of those rare as rocking horse shit gigs that provided
a huge dose of undiluted high octane salvation from the grind of life.
Yeah, okay, I’m a sucker for the style of music they play,
but that being said I have seen plenty of bands do variations of it, and while
I’ve had a blast at the time it’s fair to say few press down as hard on all my
buttons as these guys do.
Hanoi Rocks did it. The New York Dolls too. It’s not that I’m
claiming that the Last Great Dreamers are impersonators of these bands, but
rather that they share the energy levels and attitude that they had. When you
go and see the Last Great Dreamers it’s all one hundred percent Last Great
Dreamers that you get. They aren't imposters to the throne, but rather they are the descendents just waiting to be told to take a seat.
That I was unaware of who they were mere months ago is
something that I’m coming to terms with. I could have had years worshiping at
their altar but with my attention diverted elsewhere I missed out. That’s the
past now, and there’s no point spilling hot tears onto the keyboard dwelling on
it because I’m here now.
And late to the party I might be, but I’m ready to spread the
word like some gutter preacher with an evangelical hard on for this band.
Ask me to give them marks out of ten for their set and I
will look you directly in the eye and say it was about a twenty. I dare you to
even question the logic to that reply.
Unfortunately the tour is finished now. You missed it, and
you are now going to have to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror
and accept that you let yourself down.
On the upside they will be back. There are some festival
dates in the pipeline and hopefully I can persuade them to come back to Scotland at
some point in the not too distant future. I want a piece of this pie.
It’s still early in the year, and we have already enjoyed
some very special gigs, but this wasn't one of those very special ones. It was more than that. Much more.
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