Setlist
Johnny Yen / Low Low Low / Say Something / Dumb Jam / Lullaby / Don't Wait That Long / Five-O / Jam J / Honest Joe / Born of Frustration / Sometimes / Sound / Out To Get You / Laid / StutterSupport
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Cathy Maestri, The Press Enterprise
James was deft and dazzling, masterfully building its Monday night concert from a hypnotic, atmospherics-laden beginning to a wild exuberance and a big, sweeping sound.
It’s taken the English band nearly 10 years to break in America, but the success of “Laid” is paying off; the sellout crowd at the Palace was waiting for the big hit, yet everyone knew the words to a somber album track, “Out to Get You.”
The six-piece band’s different elements shone brilliantly, from David Baynton-Power’s crisp drumming to the chiming sound of Larry Gott’s slide guitar, while Saul Davies played his violin to soothe at times and grind at others.
The center of the magic is enigmatic singer Tim Booth, his clean voice calmly hypnotic. But his shy demeanor is belied when the music seems to possess him and he goes into spasms, his thin body wracked as he dances.
James opened with a series of low-key atmospheric numbers, easing into the haunting “P.S.” and “Five-O” from “Laid. ” Mood established, they stepped things up with “Sometimes (Lester Piggott),” Booth grinning as the crowd became fluid and started to bounce.
For the night’s most spectacular production, a mirrored ball at Booth’s feet during “Skin Diving” projected a stunning galaxy of colored bubbles, winding him into its center.
The audience exploded for “Laid,” which got a very basic treatment from the band while the crowd concentrated on jumping around.
The wonderfully anthemic “Sit Down” was met with a thunderous response – ironically, Voice of the Beehive covered the song at the Palace not so long ago, when James was still relegated to playing small clubs in LA.
The pace continued with “Low Low Low” and its wobbly percussion, the ringing “Say Something” and the war whoops of “Born of Frustration.”
It took awhile for the stunned (or exhausted) crowd to bring the band back for its semi-acoustic encore, which fittingly closed with the uplifting “Ring the Bells.”
Michael Snyder, San Francisco Chronicle
There are signs that the Manchester, England, rock sextet James doesn’t take itself too seriously.
Take the name. There is a Jim in the line-up, bass-player Jim Glennie, but no James. And the cover of the band’s latest album, ”Laid,” depicts the six boyish James men standing around in casual dresses. It’s not really a drag thing — no wigs or make-up. On the other hand, each member is eating a banana.
At the Warfield on Thursday, that mild sense of humor took a back seat to the band’s unlikely, affecting blend of street-corner folk, industrial rock beats and sweetly sad pop music. One of the groups in the neo-psychedelic Manchester rave wave of a few years ago, James is still willing to stretch compact tunes into elongated acid-house versions.
Many of the songs dealt with emotionally needy people and dysfunctional behavior. Yet, there was no shortage of sarcastic, self- deprecating lyrics. Consider the line in the cynical hard-rocker ”Low Low Low,” which describes Homo sapiens as ”an ape-like race at the a – – – – – – end of the 20th century.”
Furthermore, it was hard to avoid smiling whenever tow-headed lead singer Tim Booth, shirt-tail flapping, slid up into his trademark falsetto yodel. During the rousing underground hit ”Born of Frustration,” Booth’s visceral wail on the refrain was enough to bring Fido running.
Meanwhile, guitarist Larry Gott reeled out solos that were sharp and majestic, or dreamy and sleek. The fiddling of violinist/guitarist Saul Davies provided the country and the Celtic airs.
Keyboardist Mark Hunter brought a billowing, synthesized ether to the sound. Drummer David Baynton-Power jousted ably with the machine percussion. During the instrumental breaks, Booth would jerk into a frantic, spastic dance that makes Joe Cocker look like Fred Astaire.
Greeted by an enthusiastic full house, James appears to be hopping beyond cult status. The band’s delightful presence on last year’s WOMAD U.S. tour didn’t hurt attendance. It helps that the musicians’ disheveled anti-star attitude exudes genuine warmth.
A version of the title song from ”Laid,” the band’s fifth stateside album, was a total joy. Introduced by the busker strum of a hollow- bodied guitar, ”Laid” is jangly, blunt and carnal in its account of the singer’s difficult, sexually adventurous relationship with a willful, flighty woman.
”Say Something” and ”Sometimes” — two more pieces from ”Laid” — had the grand flourish of U2’s music on ”The Unforgettable Fire” album: wide-angle synthesizer soundscapes cut by slide guitar licks and splashed with cool folk-pop melodies.
The similarity may be the result of James recording ”Laid” with U2’s producer, the interactive avant-garde figure Brian Eno.
In any case, James is at its best in its simplest, most intimate moments — the stately, aching ballad ”Out to Get You,” the infectious international hit ”Sit Down” and the wry, charming ”Laid.”