REVIEW: Bryan Ferry and Roxy Music, Metro Arena, Newcastle.
“NOTHING lasts forever,” crooned Bryan Ferry huskily back in 1980, and that truism applies to the charms of the former sex god from Washington, who qualifies for his bus pass this year.
Now more Heseltine than sexy swine, the faded old charmer should have fallen back on his phenomenal back catalogue to thrill a big audience that had paid an average of £50 a ticket.
Instead, an hour of the show was taken up on lesser known works and extended instrumental solos – the sound, incidentally, badly distorted and unclear at the further reaches of the Arena.
Having started promisingly with The Main Thing and Street Life, the set lost its way and there were no special effects or impressive stage show to salvage the disappointing set list and zero banter from Ferry, who might have been expected to connect more with the audience from his native North East.
Hope was offered after the hour mark when Avalon, Virginia Plain and Love Is The Drug were rolled out in quick succession but then we were back to the obscure again and not even Jealous Guy, played far too jauntily and uptempo as an encore could give us a good memory to hang on to from the evening.
His fans might be Slaves to Love (a song also not sung on the night), but would it have killed him to mesmerise them with: Dance Away, Angel Eyes, I’m In With The In Crowd, Over You, More Than This, These Foolish Things or Let’s Stick Together?
For 50 quid in these constrained times? I think not.