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Okay, right at
the start I wanna say, that I won't write an extensive review in this
place. Most of all, because I have already reviewed this lot several times
in the past few years. And nothing has really changed inbetween. There is
still no new studioalbum yet. And Alvin Lee hasn't returned yet either.
And no, he doesn't have to.... to be honest. Because, as I said so before,
his substitute and heir Joe Cooch is as good as him, when not even
better. No lie honestly.... in fact, I rather think, that Joe has
over rolled Alvin for quite a few lenghts, what's up to talent. Only
disadvantage the youngster's got: he will never reach the cultstatus of
Alvin Lee.
No, they don't argue
anymore with Alvin. But there will never be another cooperation, just to
get this clear and straight. And everybody is happy with the current
situation. I'm happy about it as well, although I'm pretty sure, would
this band get together in the original line up, they'd probably fill
venues threetimes as big as the size they play here tonight. On the other
hand - good so for Joe, who has developed to an excellent frontman during
the past few years. He, who wasn't even born at Woodstock times. With him
there are drummer Ric Lee, bassist leo Lyons and keyboarder Chick
Churchill, the other remaining original members. But what I'm talking
about... you know that anyway.
And last but not least –
the boss on the drums - Ric Lee, doing some fine solos and his usual speak
inbetween. - Everything like always....
Every guy gets his
limelight, and shows what he's able to musically, but also practicing a
solid good cooperation with the others. Most of all Joe Gooch, who
probably hasn't reached his peak yet, beeing just 30 years of age so far,
but is better than some other musicians, who have 40 years or more of
experience. I for my part really do look up to him and his talent. And
it's him, who gives Ten Years After a lot of fresh breath. Here old and
young pushes the energy from one to the other, and all those old songs
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