Maybe it was down to the band not having played much this year, maybe it was just a sticky night and the sound was doing battle with the Guildhall's challenging acoustics, but we were some way south of prime Weller.
He did his bit though, leading from the front, jabbing fingers, nodding his head, pulling shapes, even windmilling his guitar a couple of times, yet not even such exertions could kick the band into life and the first half of this Hard Rock Calling warm-up was decidedly sluggish. Straight out of the blocks, Sunflower dragged a half beat behind where it wanted to be and by the time they got to Friday Street, a dozen or so songs in, it sounded like it was stuck in Thursday. Sea Spray and the rarely performed Going Places did little to advance the cause. TBC HERE