It was short and it started too early . . .which perhaps made the show more in line with the dense and looslely efficient GBV 'classic' albums than a legendary immersive marathon show. A cavalcade of hit after hit lighting up the hazy shadows of the debauched recesses of your rock and alcohol soaked mind. I could review the show by just saying Smothered in Hugs, Watch Me Jumpstart, Motor Away, Game of Pricks, Gold Star for Robot Boy and it would suffice to explain how I felt. Great fun to see the old guys reunited, with eachother and the songs, working their alchemy.
I guess it was like a happy hour jam. Loosened up along the way (especially Tobin who gave off a vibe that he got there straight from work), hit a kind of inebriated sweet spot (I'd point to Smothered in Hugs) and then it was over before you have another, lose your sense of time and the real craziness begins.