Sydney Morning Herald, March 6, 2004 Fleetwood Mac, Entertainment Centre Fleetwood Mac Call it the Lesley Gore approach.
Sydney Morning Herald, March 6, 2004
Fleetwood Mac, Entertainment Centre
Call it the Lesley Gore approach.
Jeez, you even survived an affair with a band member who had split from another band member (though not the one who divorced yet another band member who was a booze hound; or the band member who went mad; or the band member who joined a religious sect; or the band member who had chronic stage fright; or even the band member who had an affair with your wife).
Oh yeah, and that's your moniker in the band name too. Bugger it, it's my party and I'll cry - or in this case, play a drum solo - if I want to.
Mick Fleetwood is a stoic, clearly glass half-full kind of man, who loves this band he's drummed for since 1967.
Along with long-time mate and bass player John McVie he has provided the frame upon which songwriters from Peter Green to Christine McVie, Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks have flourished.
He is a decent drummer who like most decent drummers should not be encouraged to play a drum solo.
But no one stopped Fleetwood from taking up 15 minutes of the first encore to play a drum solo (on kit and electronic body percussion strapped to his vest) of staggering length and banality that was punctuated by his wails and enthusiastic gibbering and that climaxed with barking. Yes, barking. This self-indulgence could almost have been forgiven if it wasn't for the fact that excess marked and marred too much of a concert not without highlights. Once too often Buckingham played a guitar solo that went beyond its natural life and looked faintly ridiculous as he "freaked out", banging the guitar and throwing it to the ground.
One too many songs from the recent solid but uninspiring album Say You Will punctuated the night (sadly McVie wasn't there and so her great songs such as You Make Loving Fun were also absent).
And, considering one of the great strengths of Fleetwood Mac at their '70s height was the way the three voices of McVie, Nicks and Buckingham blended and played off each other, too often up to seven voices filled out the sound and left individuality behind.
Maybe it's because Nicks - who looks remarkably unlined and fixed of expression - no longer has the upper register of her youth, but it did make for blandness.
The flabbiness meant that inside the 2 hour show crying to be let out was a tight 75 minute concert that would have been hit-packed, pacy and personal.
It isn't a coincidence that apart from the impossible-to-kill pleasures of Don't Stop, a rousing Second Hand News given a bit of big band grunt and Silver Springs (late in the set, when Nicks after a long break from the stage hit high notes for the first time) the best moments of this night were small scale.
There was Never Going Back Again, done with just the four core members; Big Love, done solo by Buckingham; and Landslide and new song Say Goodbye, performed as duets by Nicks and Buckingham, with Nicks finally sounding fully engaged with the songs.
Good moments those. Pity there weren't more of them.
Fleetwood Mac play the Entertainment Centre tonight (sold out) and tomorrow.