Paul Weller had been sitting on our ticket money for about nine months, we reckoned. That's a long enough gestation period. And so last night Tony and I finally swapped the QR codes on our phones for a pair of seats up in the gods.
Was he worth the wait? I think so. A great setlist, don't get me wrong. But the man himself has zero charisma. What passes for inter-song banter is banality personified, but, hey, you're not gonna change this prickly 66 year old modernist. He was monosyllabic when he walked off the tour bus and not much chirpier on stage. But that's Weller. Deal with it, as they say.
And anyway, who else can write songs as good as this? (Well, Suggs, actually: one of many co-writes on his new album.)
Paul Weller - Nothing (2024)
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