REVIEW: FLEETWOOD MAC - DEN LILLE NISSES VAGTPARADE - Copenhagen

Fleetwood Mac Live in Copenhagen - October 8, 2009

The printed edition of the Fleetwood Mac review in Politiken for their Copenhagen show, written by Erik Jensen, music editor appears to be slightly longer and a little different then the online version.

(Translated Version)

Drummer Mick Fleetwood was in the audience with a degree in something as old fashioned as a drum solo by Fleetwood Mac's grand demonstration of that old-fashioned musical virtues still are free.

Actually, it is unbelievable, they even said it several times throughout the evening that there has been so good and so long music out of an emotional disorder, infant up with drugs and booze in quantities far beyond the life-threatening. Livsførelsen takes into

consideration, it is also a minor miracle that four members of Fleetwood Mac from the Anglo-American group's heyday is on stage at sold-out stadiums around the world in these months. Plus he looks both vital out and play with tremendous commitment and energy.

That way Fleetwood Mac came to stand as a lively monument to everything that went well, and everything that went wrong in the 1960s so-called summer of love. Precisely in the year of the summer 1967, the band was formed as a regular blues band that later evolved towards a more airy, light and elegant melodic as members ended up in California and took the audio from the West Coast with refined harmonies up from among other Eagles. A musical museum of the endless and boundless love with two wrecked marriages in his luggage, degradation of community life and music as Redeemer for all sorts of plagues and pain.

In this context, it was a beautiful evening in survival name. A celebration of life, friendship and solidarity, sealed with a small, symbolic hug between the former spouses Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham after their duet of 'Sara'. But also a nostalgic and almost touching embrace of the music that dares to stand by itself and not be peppes up with anything to achieve his large audience.

No fancy effects. No modern hits. No other show or dance numbers. None lir. Just music. And a band that honestly stood by itself and its history and its chaos. Fleetwood Mac in the park and invited the kitsch adverts for airline Cimber Air on a journey back in time to when music on its own terms was enough to entertain 20,000 people. But in this case it was not just for fun. Start in a rather tight-lipped 'Monday Monday', it was clear that Fleetwood Mac represents the nostalgia of the purest sort, but does so without irony to distance himself and the grandiose past. Especially singer and guitarist Lindsay Buckingham performed with a vitality and commitment which he would convince every one of us that these beautiful melodic songs still mean something and not just golden genhør. There was also something to work with in the park.

First was the sound in the beginning a little muddy, and it took its time before it was mature audiences into the concert and began to show it enthusiasm, which in turn was top notch, as the concert turned into a pure celebration of the closing fireworks of the classics that everyone knows. Perhaps without knowing that it's Fleetwood Mac, who is behind them? For the band, despite its archetypal rock history with internal problems with drugs, booze and divorce in the two relationships, which represented the band in its heyday, has always been just as strange anonymous as his name.

After the little lamb came off the intensity of the concert with a successful and melodious acoustic chamber, where the sound was directed up and approached some of the best we have witnessed in the park with songs like 'Tusk'. This wonderful song was not to ruin the synthetic and in such a velkomponeret sound oddly misplaced 'fans' from the brought keyboardist, a deacon 'Sara' and 'Landslide' by Stevie Nicks dedicated to Copenhagen, which she obviously has spent some wonderful holiday week in.

Then relax Fleetwood Mac forces loose in a sand storm attack, led by energetic Lindsay Buckingham, whose rousing guitar reefs 'Oh Well' and 'Big Love' up by the roots and planted them on to the heavy rocks thorny rose bed. He was supported well by drummer Mick Fleetwood and John McVies cruelly heavy bass that is constantly hammering through all the sound barrier. Granted, that both Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham has lost little of the past lustrous vocal force. There is still juice in the old band that, ironically, really sealed the sensation of comparing the survival of divorce anthem 'Go Your Own Way', before the encores and an elongated anachronism in the form of Mick Fleetwood otherwise playful drum solo! The little goblin gråskæggede rose, knocked the dust off the drums and was a paradox at all with his back to watch the parade past the territory.

Drum Tampa Riet fell on fertile ground in the park, where the audience enthusiastically sang along to the inlaid African tribal dance before a powerful finale with 'World Turning' and 'Do not Stop'. What band did so while the game was not just good but great fun. On the way home we got a little prosecutor to remember to be good at each other from Mick Fleetwood, and so was the bridge back to the 60s, both built and open. No one fell into the water from the bridge, the Fleetwood Mac performed with dignity and honest commitment throughout.