Sunday, October 11, 2009

REVIEW: FLEETWOOD MAC - GLOBEN STOCKHOLM

(translated)
FLEETWOOD MAC
Otrendigt tunggung
SVD.SE
DAN BACKMAN
Photos by: Adrian Pehrson

Fleetwood Mac has expanded its audience since the last visit, 19 years ago. The Anglo-American group's chill 70's production has been incorporated with other archaeological findings in the ever-changing club music scene, which made them even an old name to drop for young hipsters.

Something trendy Balearic lapping it will unfortunately not for the varied group of people who filled the Globe this Saturday night. On the contrary, it is a mostly stab Tunggung that is coming out. But not the Blue Rock Tunggung that marked the group's first edition in the 60s, when guitarist Peter Green was still a healthy man. Rather, it is an inability to reproduce the elegant and successful Californian groove as the group honed in Los Angeles studios in the 70s. In fine songs like Dreams and Sara - where the band is located immediately west coast rock - will find it almost to the evasive groove as enchanted as well as hipsters Swedish studio musicians, but there are just two of the 23 songs in a nearly two and half hour long concert.

Fleetwood Mac has a long and turbulent history with many member changes and stops. Set at the Globe - Mick Fleetwood, John McVie, Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham - reflects the commercially successful 70's, with the exception of Christine McVie. It was originally supposed to Sherryl Crow was replaced McVie of the current world tour. It had probably been a stroke of genius, but unfortunately it was not so.

With two help musicians and three körkvinnor is the total of nine people on stage (ten if you're going to count drum technician who sits hidden behind Mick Fleetwood and sometimes helps with the percussion). Clowns, Lindsay Buckingham takes the greatest place. He is a capable guitarist, but the last line has custom-built guitars and get it right pompous in his lengthy between snack. Ii'M so afraid he goes completely bananas and sets off in an eternity-long guitar solo that ends in pure abuse of the semi-acoustic Guran. Together with Mick Fleetwood involuntarily comical drum solo during the extra numbers are the bottom of this evening's talk.

Stevie Nicks is a much lower profile. She certainly change clothes three times, but it is about the same frayed romantic rock outfit every time, in black or red.

She has a hazy look and turns to it when she'll tell you about bands in the 60s San Francisco. When she probably believes Jefferson Airplane "she says Velvet Underground, which is quite fun when Lou Reed hated the flower children in California. Though she has a nice MIXED-style - she miss an entrance - and the little effect his voice is remarkably intact.

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