Pittsburgh Post-Gazette Review

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Concert Review: Who's return is awesome

Friday, June 30, 2000

By Ed Masley, Post-Gazette Pop Music Critic

The Who's incendiary 1968 performance of "A Quick One While He's Away" at
"The Rolling Stone's Rock and Roll Circus" made it seem a little daft that
any other band would have the nerve to call themselves the world's greatest
rock 'n' roll band.
In their day, no one could touch them as a live act. That's why "Live at
Leeds" remains the greatest live recording in the history of rock.
They may have lost a little fire on the road from Leeds to Burgettstown, the
ravages of time compounded by the death of the world's most colorful
drummer, Keith Moon.
But The Who did more than just get by last night at the Post-Gazette
Pavilion with a show that out-rocked any major act that's been through town
in years.
Pete Townshend, surprisingly animated, ran on stage looking mod in a sharp
black suit and proceeded to bash out the opening power chords of "I Can't
Explain" with a youthful abandon he hasn't shown in ages. By the second
guitar break, he'd already cranked out a crowd-pleasing flurry of legendary
Townshend windmills.
Roger Daltrey was right there beside him, twirling his mike like it was 1968
all over again. And his vocals sounded even stronger than they do on "The
Blues to the Bush," a live recording taped last year.
After three songs, I looked at my notebook and realized I'd already used the
words awesome no fewer than five times, mostly with regard to Townshend.
It was that amazing.
Halfway through the fourth song, "I Don't Even Know Myself," I turned to my
friend and said, "This song is awesome."
Six times.
Credit Ringo's kid, Zak Starkey, with giving the geezers the kick in the
pants they so desperately needed on the drums. His playing stood in raucous
tribute to the havoc Moonie used to raise behind the kit, especially his
fills coming out of the synthesizer break on "Won't Get Fooled Again," the
part that takes you into what remains the greatest scream in rock.
The music may have been explosive, but the banter had a "Storytellers"
charm, with Townshend introducing "I Don't Even Know Myself" as a song
recorded in his home. "I remember my neighbors next door," he recalled, with
a grin, "very appreciative that I had Keith Moon in my bedroom playing
drums."
Even bassist John Entwistle, stoic as ever for most of the night, cracked a
joke, explaining that he'd written "My Wife" while "taking the dog for a
walk in the rain. Do anything to get away from my wife."
The vocals were sketchy in places. An otherwise powerful "Baba O'Riley" felt
a little sluggish, the occasional falsetto harmony was sorely missed as was
the feedback-driven solo Townshend used to play on "Anyway, Anyhow,
Anywhere," especially with how it sounds on the just-released "BBC
Sessions."
But it hardly seemed to matter. By the time they hit the encore-closing punk
abandon of "My Generation," you could easily have fooled me into thinking
they were still the world's greatest rock 'n' roll band after all these
years.

        -Brian in Atlanta
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