Koko, London
Caroline Sullivan
Saturday June 9, 2007
The Guardian
Capricious as ever, Adams repays it tonight with a short, downbeat set devoid of his notorious pugnacity and, by extension, a sense of event. That's the effect of a year of sobriety - his extraordinarily expressive voice may be reaping the benefit in the form of greater clarity, but gone are the surreal asides and entertaining flightiness.
So it's all about the music - and, these days, Adams presents himself not as a solo artist but a member of the five-man Cardinals, to which end he physically plants himself in the middle of the lineup and never steps out front. He is right to share the credit, because the others, especially fabulous pedal-steel player Jon Graboff, shoulder just as much of the load - more, in fact, since a "skateboarding accident" has stopped him playing guitar with the fury that was once his trademark. The rest of his energy, it appears, is being funnelled into singing like a spent, southern-accented angel.
Adams's setlists are traditionally dissected on fan websites, which complain that he failed to play this or that favourite; tonight, he omits all of his UK chart singles in favour of a sedate preview of Easy Tiger and random catalogue picks. The clip-clopping slowness of everything except a tense I See Monsters and the sparkling newbie String of Pearls ultimately robs the show of impact, but doesn't for a moment hide his considerable talent.------------------------------
Games
Oh My God, Whatever, Etc.
Blue Hotel
The Sun Also Sets
Nightbirds
I Taught Myself How To Grow Old
Carolina Rain
Goodnight Rose
Dear John
Pearls On A String
Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd.
Rip Off
How Do You Keep Love Alive?
I See Monsters
Encore:
My Winding Wheel
Down In A Hole
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