Setlist incomplete and not in order

The set list was very similar to the Komedia, sorry I didn't write it down. Aside from a few technical hitches and loud-mouthed audience members it was a good show, and as always it was great to see Robyn and Kim 'bouncing' off each others' guitar playing. I think it's the first show (with a band) I've been to which DIDN'T include Queen Of Eyes!

Charlotte


I wish I could remember the full set list but a good night indeed..

Robyn was backed by Kimberley, Morris and Terry Edwards and whatshisname on Bass... What pleased me was to hear a couple of tracks off Spooked played live but only two.. TV and Full Moon in my Soul but only two Spooked tracks...... Quite a lot of older songs and a couple I had never heard live before like Adoration of the City. It was good to hear City of Women off Wig in a Box too.. and I did get a couple of pics on my phone, crap quality but good for wallpaper

Next time I'll take pen and paper and write down the set list!

Shaun


from The Guardian:

Robyn Hitchcock
Garage, London

Adam Sweeting
Thursday December 9, 2004

After 20-odd years, there's still little danger of slickness creeping into a Robyn Hitchcock performance. He spent the first few minutes trying to find some gaffer tape to fix the pick-up back on his acoustic guitar. Then he got halfway through Dylan's She Belongs to Me and stopped dead when he discovered his harmonica was in the wrong key.
But since any Hitchcock show is partly about the music and partly a trek through the canyons of his mind, nobody minded much. His air of preoccupied shambolicness has become a finely-honed technique, preparing the way for the loopy logic and teasing twists of his songs.

Hitchcock has now called a halt to the recent reunion of the Soft Boys, finding it too stressful and time-consuming, but Boys drummer Morris Windsor and guitarist Kimberley Rew joined him on stage anyway. Windsor's first task was to rattle some shakers and sing harmonies on Television, a whimsical ode to the addictive properties of TV featuring the unscientific chorus: "Binga-bonga-bing-bong." Rew was soon into his string-bending stride on the pulsating Adoration of the City, then he and Hitchcock played duelling guitarists in the mostly instrumental Do the Chisel. Hitchcock's catalogue is sprawling. Part of him wants to be a short story writer, judging by My Wife and My Dead Wife ("Am I the only one who sees her?") or the touching I Often Dream of Trains. There's the protest singer who announces that "the 60s never really ended, but sadly nor did the Thatcher era," before launching into Brenda's Iron Sledge. And there's cover-version Hitchcock, who loves stuff from every decade, but doesn't always judge it perfectly - for
instance, a disastrous stab at Rose Royce's Love Don't Live Here Any More.

Vastly more satisfactory was an encore of Up on Cripple Creek, capturing the backwoods lurch of the Band's original while Hitchcock sang it in his plain, Cambridge-geezer voice. "We'll see you again, but if not we've seen you in the past," he concluded incontrovertibly.