
The Rock and Roll show kept rolling, and Tonight it was the turn of Swansea to bear witness to the Rock and Roll phenomenon that is Michael Moroe and his band of merry men. I’ve seen the Monroes in many guises over the years in many venues, indoor and out, and the one thing I always testify is that this last one was better than the previous one. Regardless of whats in the set be it a Hanoi heavy set or a Monroe solo outing I’m always buzzing off the energy and heart and soul this band puts into every performance because that’s what they deliver folks, A performance of the highest order be it a festival slot or headline it matters not because they are going to give it everything they have for the duration. They have to, its in their collective DNA, they are the embodiment of Rock and Roll from the opening chord of ‘Dead Jail Or Rock and Roll’ it full tild zero fucks given zero bullshit Rock and Roll show.
First up to warm the punters was CJ, following on from an impressive turn last year when The Monroes did a whistlestop visit for ‘Two Steps’ and once again CJ and the band did a great job offering up plenty of solo material as well as ‘Lemonaide’ from The Jellys. ‘Go Away’ and ‘Sitting At Home’ from the wonderful Honeycrack. CJ seemed a little distracted by how dark the venue was, and it reminded him of a sex club panic room. Had the lights come on, he might have been terrified at the faces staring back at him, but the rock kept coming. Ending the set with a hat-trick of Wildhearts tracks and some amusing banter in the city of Dylan Thomas and Twin Town, the banter wasn’t lost on some of us.
The moment had come, and the intro tape of tribal drums rang out through the PA the time had come for Michael Monroe and his band to roll up their sleeves and get down to business.
Starting with his iconic hit from many moons ago its setting the bar at a height that most bands could never follow but tonight the Monroes simply ooze class and a set that meanders through the good and the great from a glittering career with added Hanoi for good measure and the best tracks Demolition 23 had to offer in a stunning one, two.
I love the rhythm section of Yaffa and Rockfist those guys play with such passion and swagger nailing it every time its a case of where do you look and have I missed anything as Monroe starts climbing the barrier and walking a tightrope and if the club had a high ceiling with tall PA he’d have been up there as well giving every breath in his body like he is playing to each and every person who truly believes in the power of Rock and Roll who came along to the show. ‘Last Train To Tokyo’ never sounded so good and was the perfect loosener for the magnificent ‘Motorvatin’ as Yaffa pounds out the rhythm to a bona fide classic.
Rich Jones and Steve Conte have developed into a formidable sonic foil bookending the Hanoi pair and keeping the repair on stage as they move across every inch of the stage seamlessly going from rhythm to lead with a cheeky smile and a nod and wink its a magnificent beast that I’ve not seen bettered for a long long time. My only thought is how the fuck are they only playing clubs its one of lives mysteries how these aren’t headlining arenas and selling millions of records. what a Fuckin mystery that is but I always feel its others loss that they’re missing out on such songs and a magnificent band.
The intensity continued with no fuckin about or bullshit between songs this group are on fire. Well, except when Michael forgot the words on ‘The Man With No Eyes’, but who cares it’s rock and roll, live in the moment. It just goes to show he is human after all. They might have struck a deal with the devil and drink from the fountain of youth, but from ‘Old Kings Road’ right through ’78’, ‘LES’, the pair of Demolition 23 classics it was nothing short of sensational.
‘Malibu Beach Nightmare’ and ‘Up Around The Bend’ signalled the end of the set as the audience gave a rapturous reception for what had just taken place, which only left an encore of the epic ‘Taxi Driver’ one of the best songs ever written followed by a tip of the hat to the much missed legend Johnny Thunders with a rapid take on ‘I Wanna Be Loved’ and we were done. A drenched in sweat band took the plaudits, and rightly so, that was exceptional and no matter how many times I see this band, I will always go back for more. Simply incredible and boy do they Rock Like Fuck!
Author: Dom Daley
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