"It’s my 50th Anniversary Tour and no-one could be
more surprised about that than I am,” quipped Marianne Faithfull, not long
after taking to the Royal Festival Hall stage on Saturday. Faithfull’s
well-rehearsed rock star myth is closely tied to her often-proclaimed survivor
status, of course. And it wasn’t long on Saturday night before she revealed
that this new tour was proving a considerable endurance test in itself, due to
a recent accident that left her with a smashed hip and unable to walk unaided.
It was, Faithfull told us, only the intervention of her Paris doctor that
convinced her to take to the road again after all. “He said, ‘The work will
heal you, the music will heal you, the love of the audience will heal you,’ ”
Faithfull confided. “And bugger me, it’s worked!”
Saturday night’s show was Faithfull’s only UK stop on this
anniversary tour, and it proved an eccentric, exciting and extremely enjoyable
evening. It was also a rather poignant one, given that the title track of
Faithfull’s excellent new record Give My Love to London
[review] addresses the artist’s ambivalence about the city. (A recent interview, for
example, found her blasting, with characteristic candour, the “ghastly,
dreadful, rude” London press.) Unsurprisingly, Faithfull chose to open the show
with that song in a version much more cutting and strident than the jauntier
album take, with a superbly contemptuous vocal performance and Rob Ellis’s heartily
thwacked drums communicating the song’s sarcasm more effectively.
Croaking, crooning, growling, rasping, declaiming, Faithfull
was in fact in commanding voice throughout the night, and even with her
mobility reduced, her stage presence remained considerable, her ability to
inhabit and really act her way through a diverse range of
material undiminished. The four-strong band surrounding her - the great Ed Harcourt on keyboards, Rob McVey on guitars and Jonny Bridgwood on bass - were terrific too, providing ambient textures and dynamic rock grit in
equal measure.
Also admirable was Faithfull’s commitment to not
making the evening a mere backward-looking nostalgia-fest. (“That might please everyone.
Except me,” she said). Despite some disappointing omissions (no “Strange
Weather,” no “Working Class Hero,” no “Times Square” and nothing from the
Brecht/Weill canon), this commitment resulted in a quirky, thoughtful set-list
that brilliantly mixed new tracks with older album rarities and a little “60s Corner”
featuring “As Tears Go By” (slightly swamped by an excess of instrumentation
here, it must be said) and “Come and Stay With Me.”
Although Faithfull initially seemed a bit anxious about how
the rarer material was being received, the approach ultimately paid dividends,
as “Witches’ Song” rubbed up against an exquisite “Marathon Kiss” from 1999’s Vagabond
Ways and a rapturously
received “The Ballad of Lucy Jordan” against a sublime rendition of a seldom-heard Angelo Badalamenti collaboration “Who Will
Take My Dreams Away.” And a thunderous
“Broken English” had great bite and sting.
Still, it was the songs from the new album that registered
most vibrantly, with not only “Give My Love To London” but also the Anna Calvi
co-write “Falling Back,” the Everly Brothers cover “The Price of Love,” and the
soaring, Roger Waters-penned “Sparrows Will Sing” all gaining heft and impact in
gorgeously loud renderings. The bespoke Nick Cave composition “Late Victorian
Holocaust” was also subtly transformed from its spectral album version to become
a much more robust item, augmented by Harcourt’s clanging piano, ambient
guitar, and great harmonies. And segueing into this druggy reminiscence from a
sensational “Sister Morphine” (“Junkie’s Corner,” as Faithfull put it) was a
stroke of genius in itself.
Best of all, however, was the phenomenal , ferocious “Mother
Wolf” (my personal pick for song of the year), which, preceded by a rambling
preamble about its inspiration, was tumultuous, blistering, incendiary and cathartic,
Faithfull spitting out the accusatory lyrics with marvellous ferocity and
palpable relish. A restrained, chamber-ish take on the Damon Albarn co-write “Last
Song” from Kissin’ Time (2002) (coupled with a juicy anecdote
about the track’s composition) brought the set to an elegant close.
It wouldn’t be
accurate to say that Saturday night found Faithfull at the absolute peak of her
powers (for that, see her 2005 performance at LA’s Music Box Theatre ,
available on the Live in Hollywood DVD). But given her
recent health issues, the amount of conviction, stamina and power she brought
to the performance was staggering, and little short of heroic. Between songs, she
played up her patented role as rock’s fallen aristo to the hilt, with many a
dropped f-bomb nestling up against such quaint Anglicisms as “You’ve been a
real brick.”
She was by turns self-deprecating and imperious, warm, crude
and hilarious, regaling us with tales of her medical woes, Tommy Cooper comparisons,
and, at one point, beautifully tackling a heckler who accused her of
name-dropping. Her subversiveness and emotional fearlessness remain more invigorating than
that of performers more than half her age, as this funny, fierce and
fascinating evening attested. “As nasty as I am about London, it does have some
good points,” Faithfull mused at one point. And on Saturday night, certainly,
London loved her back.
Give My Love to London
Falling Back
Broken English
Witches Song
The Price of Love
Marathon Kiss
Love More Or Less
As Tears Go By
Come and Stay With Me
Mother Wolf
Sister Morphine
Late Victorian Holocaust
Sparrows Will Sing
The Ballad of Lucy Jordan
Who Will Take My Dreams Away
Encore
Last Song
Yeah an enjoyable album, like the way she say Canal. I look up to her as an Older Sister. I really love her.
ReplyDeleteHello Alex. I stumbled across this review while learning the sad news that Marianne has had to postpone her upcoming concerts, as she requires further surgery. I was there on 29/11, and she was clearly experiencing considerable discomfort - but it didn't stop her from showing that curious combination of haughty disdain and childlike vulnerability that I find so captivating. The heckler, if she didn't die of shame on the spot, will think VERY hard before she heckles anyone again! Thanks for a great review.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Mark. Yes, I was sad to learn of the tour's postponement, too. Here's hoping she's able to resume later in the year. Cheers again for the comment.
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