Outlandos d'Amour
Sep
14
1978
London, GBThe Rock Garden
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The Police at the Rock Garden...

A triangle is a pleasing enough shape but it has strict limitations. As in geometry, so in art - the musical triangle of the The Police confirms the theory.

I imagine many would claim exception - The Jam, probably and the Hendrix Experience - but three piece bands seem to shape almost mathematically exact limitations.

The main shortcoming is that of the law of expending interest i.e. the smaller the band the more uniform their material becomes, straight-jacketed by the instrumental confines of bass, drums and guitar.

The Police, typically, have a respectable quantity of nondescript pop cum punk material, raised about the leval of the crass only by front man Sting's powerful and sweet voice and striking bone structure.

Sting, unfortunately, is dragged through musical murk, by a haphazard and uninteresting instrumental frame. In other words, the voice is willing but the material is weak.

In sixty seconds of audience fidgeting and raised eyebrows, he managed to imitate both Bryan Ferry and Peter Gabriel with a monologue - about an inflatable doll - so laboured it was uncomfortable to listen to.

But when you look past the filler material and the half-hearted vaudeville of the band, there is genuine talent 'Roxanne', with sub-reggae beat and wistful vocal, still qualifies as one of the best singles so far this year.

Otherwise, The Police would be wise to look to their songsheets instead of their guitars. The potential is here, if only in one corner of the triangle: but it needs more that one good song for it to be realised.

(c) Record Mirror by Tim Lott

The Police at the Rock Garden...

If ever a band passed through the twilight zone of the New Wave and came out with an original and distinctive sound of their own, it's The Police. They have a fistful of good songs, a small but loyal following and an increasing maturity in their writing, performance and attitude to prove it. Hot and sweaty as always at the Rock Garden, we bopped and swayed to music pumped out with an energy and style that most apres-punque bands would give their gilt safety-pins for - and from a three-piece the power was remarkable.

Avoiding heavy metal thrash in the main, although 'Fall Out' and 'Landlord' were undistinguished examples of that, the clarity with which they delivered the beautiful 'Roxanne' for example, was matched only by the passion of their performance. They looked good too: Stewart Copeland endearingly insolent behind the drums, Andy Summers' boy-next-door guitar hero looks belying his musicianship, and Sting, the man with with the reggae-rhythm bass and Small Faces tape loop for a voice, whose cheeky suntan wouldn't go amiss behind one of the junk jewellery stalls in Petticoat Lane.

'Be My Girl' was a laugh - a poem about an inflatable doll recited with Benny Hill nonchalance by Andy Summers, sandwiched between a fast repetitive chorus; and 'Hole In My Life' sounded almost as good as 'She's A Woman' from which the riff had been plundered. 'Born In The Fifties' was a nice Steppenwolf/Who hybrid anthem but Police's obvious metier is the loping, reggae tinged beat ballad, as illustrated by 'Can't Stand Losing You', 'So Lonely' and 'Roxanne', during which Mr Andy Summers hit that long lunar note and let it float before meandering through a solo like the moon on the Westway, dark and mysterious.

There was no gobbing, some beer was thrown and Sting prevented a possible fight by singing a new version of 'The Yellow Rose Of Texas', accapella yet. He really does have an impressive voice. In retrospect, they are one of the few bands who have made me want to go and buy their singles on the grounds of their performance (how about a live EP?). In fact the bloke I was with lent me the latest one and I can't... I can't... I can't stop playing it...

(c) New Musical Express by Neil Norman

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