WASP - ABC Glasgow - 16/10/17
We Are Sexual Perverts. WASP. A very real blast from my past.
More rock than roll, more metal than trashy sleaze, and a band that swung a hefty punch of Alice Cooper influenced theatrics to go with their anthemic powerhouse hits, they were an attractive middle fingered salute to the mundane grind of life.
Of course, but sometimes we all need the larger than life distractions, and they fitted the bill perfectly at the time, but how would that hold up now?
Very well is the answer.
Out on the road breathing life into the concept album The Crimson Idol, which was WASPs fifth, and originally supposed to be the first solo release from Blackie Lawless, the band have taken all the qualities of experience and applied them to the performance and managed to create something that is more than just a rock show, something that refused to be bogged down by flirting with what is in essence musical theatre.
Using screens to play out the story of Jonathan Steel and his rise from an abusive childhood to stardom, and ultimately suicide, as a backdrop to the live performance works surprisingly well.
Contributing rather than distracting, the footage underpins the story and fills the moments that could lose some live momentum if the album was played as a straight gig.
Add in that the voice of Blackie Lawless doesn't appear to have suffered the ravages of time, and that his band are firing on all cylinders, and what you ultimately get is a rock show par excellence.
Something a bit different, but with enough familiarity to keep the most obsessively compulsive rock purist happy, and of course me, their fairweather friend was suitably impressed too.
No matter how good The Crimson Idol run through was it was really the second segment fans were waiting for.
The point when WASP would reappear and strip away all the intervening years and deliver the goods by way of a best of set.
That was a moment of mixed returns though.
A Who cover was greatfully received, as was the smattering of hits, but the appearance of Golgotha, from their latest album, was a bump in the road of an otherwise smooth ride, a track that is fine in itself, but could have been dropped to squeeze an another couple of crowd pleasers.
One blot on an otherwise excellent report card is nothing to write home about though, and it's safe to say that in the afterglow of the show that this old rocker wasn't slow in filling in the gaps of my WASP knowledge, and when they return it's a good bet that I will be making the effort to see them again too.