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Paul Weller at the Royal Albert Hall - Monday Night!

Paul's 5 night residency at London's Royal Albert hall kicked off on Monday!

A few pics from us at PWnews!

Pics from Denise Maskew, thanks for these!

Special Guest Roxanne Tataei

Set List:
Into Tomorrow
7 & 3 Is The Strikers Name
Aim High
Up The Dosage
From The Floorboards Up
All I Wanna Do (Is Be With You)
Porcelain Gods
Wake Up The Nation
One Bright Star
No Tears To Cry
Shout To The Top
Broken Stones
How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) w/Rox
Wild Wood w/Rox
Pretty Green
Fast Car / Slow Traffic
Come On, Lets Go
Find The Torch, Burn The Plans
Art School
Scrape Away
Black River
Pieces Of Dream

Review From The Times Online:
By Pete Paphides

With Wild Wood, in 1993, Paul Weller rediscovered his mojo just in time to soak up a few plaudits as Britpop’s tribal elder. In snobbier circles, however, a certain mistrust persisted. When Britpop devolved into dad-rock, Weller’s detractors held him accountable. How could he have the gall to put out a song called The Changingman when Weller was still wearing the same Mod threads he had been wearing two decades previously?

Lately, though that outward sameness has begun to seem like a clever smokescreen. Recent albums — 22 Dreams (2008) and Wake Up the Nation this year— have been inspired exercises in free-spirited experimentation. And yet the Fred Perry-wearing contingent of Weller’s fanbase kept the faith. At the first of a lengthy Albert Hall residency, however, you had to wonder how long some of them might keep doing so. The black-clad 52-year-old singer ventured that shows in the early part of the week are “traditionally a little bit quiet, but tonight’s different, I think”.

The “I think” spoke volumes. Silhouetted by strobes, Weller’s band sounded demonic as they unleashed the feverish staccato psych-mare of 7 + 3 is the Striker’s Name. Shedding his guitar for Aim High, Weller allowed his semi-falsetto to float up while a synergy of strings and Steve Pilgrim’s pile-drivingly funky drumming seemed to compel a physical response. And yet, viewed from above, you would swear that you had seen more animated bus queues than the gazing throng.

Under the circumstances then, a rocket-fuelled delivery of Weller’s 1995 call to action From the Floorboards Up had the feeling of an emergency tutorial, while almost every other song played received a cheer roughly commensurate to the amount of years it had been lodged in the communal memory bank. Reunited with its original string arrangement, Weller’s best Style Council song Shout to the Top seemed to mainline the last rays of the London sunshine outside. A magnificently pounding version of Wild Wood benefited from a guest turn by the new female South London soul singer Rox, who stayed on for a smoulderingly intense version of How Sweet it is to Be Loved by You.

Whether or not it was enough to hasten diehard fans back for more remains a moot point. They shouted long and hard for a second encore, partly in the realisation that Eton Rifles, A Town Called Malice and That’s Entertainment — all Jam songs he has played in recent years — had yet to be aired. But when Weller finally returned, it was for the gauzy lysergic pairing of Black River and Pieces of a Dream.

A brief on-stage conflab followed, with the singer clearly deciding that his work here was done. Some onlookers begged to differ, no doubt deciding that, next time, their money might be better spent going to see a Jam tribute band.

Review From The Independent:
By Andy Gill

"The Changingman", "Aim High", "Brand New Start", "Wake Up the Nation" – one of the most constant themes throughout Paul Weller's solo career has been the notion of change, of pushing forward into the future. It's what separated him from many of his punk contemporaries, who, having scorched the earth of their own musical ambitions, inhabited that barren landscape like cavemen for a short while before doing the decent thing and becoming extinct.

Tonight, Weller opens his show with another anthem of change, the clipped funk of "Into Tomorrow", before a set largely drawn from his new album, Wake Up the Nation. There's no shortage of drive or energy, but the crowd seems unmoved. Even "Moonshine", the punchy album opener, draws scant response: no moshing, no pogoing, barely even a nodding head. It's as if there's a collective thought-bubble above their heads, willing their hero to get this new stuff over with and do "Eton Rifles" or "Going Underground" instead.

It's not uncommon for artists with careers of any longevity to fall foul of their fans' expectations, but Weller's case seems particularly acute; his audience is like an anchor trying to keep him as they most fondly remember him. And clearly, that's not with a toothsome eight-piece string section sat stage left, adding a symphonic soul edge to songs such as "Aim High" and "No Tears to Cry", or lending sweet support when he settles behind the piano for "Invisible".

Things improve with the brusque, assertive "From the Floorboards Up", but the roar of assent which greets Weller's announcement of "an old song" is telling. "Shout to the Top" is warmly received, but it's not until the brittle intro to "Start" that the crowd really gets energised. Following it with the similarly terse "Fast Car/Slow Traffic" is a smart move, luring some of the throng to continue pogoing – but by that time, the most ambitious offerings have gone comparatively unrewarded.

The multi-sectional "Trees", for instance, may be the weirdest thing Weller's ever played, shifting through chunky boogie, swirling reverie and gospelly soul before leaving the singer isolated with his memories, wishing he could "stand tall and feel once more a tree". That's followed by "One Bright Star", which he introduces, not inaccurately, as "a psychedelic tango thing". A few songs earlier, maximum heaviosity was arguably achieved when one song plunged into a cosmic breakdown section whose psychedelic fizzing synth lines, mellotron strings and all-round free-form freak-out abandonment reminded me of long-gone nights groping for secure mental footing at Hawkwind concerts.

More impressive was "7 & 3 Is the Striker's Name", in which the new album's tropes of brisk, clarion-call rocker and brief, jazzy breakdown moments were fruitfully reconciled and visually echoed in the maelstrom of flashing strobes and swooping spotlights wheeling around the hall. With the adapted RAF logo on one of Weller's speaker combos occasionally visible through the dizzying spectacle, it was akin to being caught in the Blitz – a vertiginous thrill which hopefully his fans will come to appreciate when these new songs are as venerated as his past hits.


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