Any initial aims were clear as the audience was eased in to the show with a whole host of mostly subtle sounds from the velvet vaults of a solo CV and also Roxy Music Midas. The sonic seduction is sublime and the professionalism of the players creates both an effortless elegance and a faultless focus. The major hits and other bits are given a live feel as each musician has the chance to shine in singular and solidified entities. Ancient ally and guitar guru Chris Spedding leads the luster and his licks are imperative to the Ferry fare. Nonetheless, there are opportunities for admiration as regards all of the personnel present and of course this is not a stonewash denim affair. The stage is akin to a fashion catwalk and when the lights come on it is evident that the punters as a whole have also made the effort.
The laid back grooves can also go through the gears and when things move in to the domain of buoyant beats the shackles come off the crowd. The key tune is Love is the Drug and from this point the green light is on for dance fever and the area in front of the stage becomes home to a group of people in the main aged 50 plus with a high percentage of females to the fore. This congregation are throwing shapes as if the 70’s and 80’s had re-appeared without a single hiccup in between. The aural ammunition offers the beat and the pumped up punters move their feet!
