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Paul Weller — Sands Centre, Carlisle - Review!

Paul Weller at the Sands Centre
Dec 11 2009 by Craig Robertson
Dumfries Standard Friday

For a man who turned 50 last year, Paul Weller’s energy is relentless. He could be forgiven for being happy to play out those old hits of the Jam, take the cash and go.

But, if his Sands Centre gig last Thursday is anything to go buy, Weller still sounds as fresh and as current as he ever has. He stormed through a set of more than two hours which included two encores, displaying an energy and enthusiasm often lacking in artists half his age.

Affectionately known as the Modfather and regarded as someone who has influenced many of today’s bands, Weller has an impressive back catalogue which stretches back to his time in the 70s with the Jam, into the 80s with the Style Council and through his solo career of the last 20 years. So there was a lot to choose from for the set-list of his winter tour.

Opener, Peacock Suit, From the Floorboards Up, Broken Stones from his solo career were all highlights early on in the set. Jam classic Pretty Green was also given rare outing which was accompanied with Start! from those early days.

The first encore saw Weller and band play a three-song acoustic set featuring the classic Wild Wood before returning again with another three songs.

22 Dreams, the title track from his 2008 album, The Changingman and another Jam classic A Town Called Malice rounded off the night.

There was a notable omission of songs such as That’s Entertainment and Going Underground, but surely Weller will be forgiven for the absence by 3,000 or so Carlisle fans.

From Dumfries & Galloway Standard


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