Arena rock

Wednesday

Michael Hann

The joy of Toto’s ‘Africa’

From our UK edition

There comes a point in most bands’ lives at which their appeal has become too selective for them to sell out the venues they feel befit their status. The stadium band slips down to the arenas, the arena band to theatres, the theatre band to clubs. If you depend on the roar of thousands of people for validation, that creates some problems: if a power chord is played in an arena, and no one is there to hear it, does it even exist? The answer is the package tour. Pull together two or three bands (both these shows had a third, complimentary act on the bill) and sell tickets to different fan bases.

Thursday

Rod Liddle

There’s scarcely a dull track: Deep Purple’s Whoosh! reviewed

From our UK edition

Grade: B+ Less deep purple than a pleasant mauve. Ageing headbangers will note a lack of the freneticism that distinguished Fireball and ‘Highway Star’. But by the same token they may be relieved that there are no six-minute drum solos, songs about the devil, or Jon Lord demonstrating that he can hammer the organ fairly quickly for an unimaginably long time. Instead you have extremely well played 1980s arena rawk — think Guns N’ Roses with a touch of prog thrown in. And decent tunes that do not outstay their welcome — Ian Gillan always was a catchy mofo, however ludicrously vaudevillian his vocals may be.