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March 19, 2013 by Simon Sweetman

Gig Review: Neil Young & Crazy Horse (March 19, Wgtn)

Neil YoungNeil Young & Crazy Horse

TSB Bank Arena

Tuesday, March 19

In his memoir, Waging Heavy Peace, Neil Young talked about feeling lost. He had given up marijuana – a habitual smoker from 19. He was going to have to learn how to write songs and play on stage without pot. And so he headed back to Crazy Horse. He headed home. The Horse is a spiritual grounding for Neil Young; for the electric/eclectic Neil Young. And so Americana begat Psychedelic Pill and Psychedelic Pill bore this current tour.

The show starts with a bunch of mad-scientist roadies fluffing about with oversized amp-covers on the stage. It’s a hark back to Rust Never Sleeps.  Then we get A Day In The Life, The Beatles song – not Neil’s cover from one of his last tours. And there’s video-screen footage, then the NZ National Anthem. And the band stands on stage, with the roadies. And the anthem plays out. I like this because Neil and crew are showing that they’re here to serve us; soldiers ready for battle. They’re an army and they’re in it together and they’ll protect and serve the songs.

First song is Love And Only Love, a perfect set-opener for Neil Young & Crazy Horse, you can feel them feeling their way into the song, having a poke around before Powerfinger, sounding urgent, passionate; beautifully bittersweet.

There’s plenty from Psychedelic Pill  and that’s okay because it’s less a new Crazy Horse album and more a case of new career summary, alright Born In Ontario is a bit of a nothing-song frankly, but harmless. Walk Like A Giant is huge. So huge. So good. It continues the exploration that seemed almost tentative with Love And Only Love.

Hole In The Sky is new – super-new. And it’s super-good too, a different feel for Neil & The Horse.

Then we’ve arrived in the middle of the road, time for the solo acoustic Heart Of Gold; it gets the big response. And it is good. We didn’t need it. And that’s probably why Neil plays it. You can imagine he has had some perverse pleasure in playing this as part of a Crazy Horse set, giving the ignorant ones just what they want, but only just enough of a taste to leave them potentially bitter there’s not more of the Harvest-era seat-filler fodder.

Neil chews through Twisted Road too; it sounds better solo acoustic – live – than the Psychedelic Pill version. And then it’s to the piano for the as-yet-unreleased Singer Without A Song (who else but Young simply dumps new songs and old rarities in unannounced?) It’s a good tune, reminiscent of moments from, variously, Tonight’s The Night, Freedom and Sleeps With Angels but it comes with a cringe-tastic mime wherein a young lady appears on stage with guitar case – the singer in search of her song. She searches the stage while Neil plays piano. It’s stupid. I kinda loved it. (Presumably we can blame Bernard Shakey for that one).

Photo by Lily Hacking

Photo by Lily Hacking

Back to Psychedelic Pill for Ramada Inn – gorgeous, rolling, generous, the heart of the show for me in many ways; the emotional centre. But it’s also a song from the new album that’s 20 minutes long – so for others it was a chance to go to the dunny, check out the merch stand and return with some beers. Fair enough I guess.

The real salt and grit is when Neil is strangling that guitar, arguing for it to spill the beans, to tell its truth/to yell his truth. He’s like the standover man of the electric guitar; he wrestles and wrangles, he tilts and whirls, he angles back with a cartoon walk one minute then next thing it appears he’s been using his guitar to catch a fish all the while. Hendrix may well have stood at the edge of the mountain and chopped it down with the edge of his hand. But you get the feeling, now, that he was instructed to do that so that Neil Young could tunnel out from the rubble.

Every guitar solo is different, every guitar solo is sacred. Neil Young’s guitar solos when he’s riding with the horse are not toilet-break material, unless you couldn’t make it the whole way to the show in one go because your knuckles were skinned from all the walking. Neil Young’s guitar solos when he’s riding with the horse are a surprise every time – to him and to us. He plays them as if he’s hearing them for the first time. That’s the real (genuine) treat. His severe case of guitar-face so genuine; he so thoroughly means this shit. He’ll fight for it too. His guitar carries the scars to show for it. He’s so wrapped up in this and his body language suggests the power runs through the lead and on through him before it gets to the guitar’s pickup.

So Ramada Inn is just one of many magic moments. But it’s where you once again hear the guitar solo as narrative glue. Ramada Inn starts to feel like an Ian McEwan book because of Neil’s solo. It creates and uses space.

Cinnamon Girl goes back to the earliest days of Crazy Horse, pre-Poncho, but it’s always good with that turnaround inside the riff. And then it’s straight to Like A Hurricane, 20 minutes of dancing on the light from star to star; Poncho playing a floating organ, Young working about the stage to find new crevices to tear the old notes from.

A devilishly good punked-up Sedan Delivery is blistering in its potency and the set-closer, Hey Hey My My is ruggedly good and stroppy. Beginning with a lurch, deliberate, a slow stalk, so purposeful. And if the rhythm section approaches the task as if the song’s pallbearers it’s Young’s vengeful soloing that allows it to burst from the coffin; to strut as he frets for another hour up on the stage.

The encore sees Opera Star (from Re*ac*tor). Again, who but Neil Young could do this? Take a song from one of the most critically reviled albums in his catalogue and serve it up as encore? Well, I’m sure only Young can do that and make it count; again it’s full of punkish nerves, it has a spite to it that makes it seem sharper now than then. Stripped of the baggage of a plodding, messy album it’s just another explosive Neil Young gem. That, and it’s also a reminder that Neil Young, 67, newly freed from his marijuana dependency, a memoirist spiritually reborn, is back in business as a guitar-slayer.

Then to Fuckin’ Up, we open and close the show with Ragged Glory tunes, I like that – it’s the stuff that got me hooked on Neil and Crazy Horse and it’s the blueprint for all that is good with the band and about the band I reckon. It’s been updated with Psychedelic Pill but if Ragged Glory isn’t this combo’s best album it’s the best one to think of as their best; the best example – in one single play; the rawest, truest representation of the raw, true thing the band became after its false starts.

Ragged Glory is also what saved Neil Young from being lost – the 1980s were strange for him and he was strange to them. He tunnelled out for Freedom but Ragged Glory sealed the deal. From there he’s used Crazy Horse as a crutch and as his way forward; his chance to explore.

Fuckin’ Up rolls out for 20 minutes tonight – huge promise and a bit of a goof-off part too with call and response silliness and Poncho playing it up. But by this point and long before it Neil had us saddled up to ride with him and the Horse. We’d just been enjoying the scenery for the last two hours. Alchemy

He’s so sure what he’s doing is right. He’s so unafraid for it to be deemed wrong. He’s so good. He’s heading toward another peak with this latest version of where his muse and music is at. And Crazy Horse? Good lord this band just works so well for him/with him. Ralph and Billy (and Poncho, but less so) are proof you don’t need to be pretty, or have great voices, to be the perfect backing singers. And Ralph Molina would be an awful drummer if he played with anyone else – and though he still is very much the training wheels-guy behind Neil it’s actually Molina’s playing that anchors Crazy Horse in the best kind of way; they can never get too far ahead of themselves or lag too far to the side off course because of Ralph. He’s simply not good enough to ever make them sound terrible. But he’s just bad enough to make them sound great.

Make sense? Probably not. But nor did most of the conceptual ideas behind this show, nor the fact that Heart of Gold was played – with glee and all. Neil Young & Crazy Horse doesn’t make sense. And that’s why they make complete sense.

They didn’t even play Cortez. And they didn’t even need to.

For nearly three hours we were taken places, Neil worked his ass off, the soldiers served us. We knew that from the opening anthem. And when he strolled off stage with a nonchalant wave at the end of the set it was as if he’d just done an honest day’s ploughing. And in fact that’s exactly what he had just done.

An earlier draft/version of this review appeared on the Phantom Billstickers Facebook page.

                                                                                                   

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13 Responses to Gig Review: Neil Young & Crazy Horse (March 19, Wgtn)

  1. Steve says:
    March 19, 2013 at 3:52 pm

    Ramada Inn Just Plain Rocks. Why Would Anyone Get Up And Buy Merchandise And Use The Bathroom. The Highlight Of The Show For Me LasT October/november Shows. Amazing Solos WiTh Great Lyrics,Every Morning Comes The Sun! Forever Young!

  2. Nate F says:
    March 19, 2013 at 5:22 pm

    Geez, rub it in why don’t ya. Epic review as expected, nicely done.

  3. Thrasher Thrasher says:
    March 19, 2013 at 6:53 pm

    Great review! Enjoyed the vivid writing. Loved that Jimi reference… stood at the edge of the mountain and chopped it down with the edge of his hand.
    Especially with Poncho wearing the Hendrix shirt, too!

  4. Percival says:
    March 19, 2013 at 8:14 pm

    thanks for a great revue – I think you mean Ralph not Frank in fourth to last paragraph? Gordon Campbell once described Ralph’s drumming as rhythmically interesting as your neighbour chopping wood. Well Neil just chopped down the palm tree and it landed on your back Gordon

    • Simon Sweetman says:
      March 20, 2013 at 9:41 pm

      Thanks – yes, a mistake – cheers, have fixed. It was late 😉

  5. Sylvia says:
    March 19, 2013 at 8:33 pm

    Wait… what? You can write like this? Where’s this writing in your On The Tracks reviews?? A fantastic review for a fantastic show.

  6. Ken Double says:
    March 19, 2013 at 8:42 pm

    Bingo Simon. I never expected to get the show I expected. It was revelatory.

    High point was from 1976 – Like a Hurricane on nuclear guitar power alone. Second high point was from 2012 – Ramada Inn natch, so tender. If you can do that, well you’re just a major fucking artist is all.

    Us insufferable rock snobs are forever surrounded by people who think the greatest act in all the world is Queen or AC/DC or the goddamn Eagles or some similar pestilence. Yet in our dark hearts we just know that there’s this true aristocracy where the Beatles, Dylan, James Brown and the Velvets are what actually matters. It’s a very rare privilege to see a great performance by an artist, especially at 67, who belongs in that latter category.

    Saw the Drones loading their van as we were leaving and I actually stopped and told them I thought they were awesome. Because they were. I thought they needed some love.

  7. Richard MacManus says:
    March 19, 2013 at 8:43 pm

    Indeed, an awesome experience! Although fwiw, at times I think Neil and the Horse were less “soldiers” serving the audience, than self-indulgent slackers… the extended guitar solos were sometimes a bit too extended and the encore seemed to take the piss. But that’s a big part of why we love Neil Young, he does what he wants and doesn’t pander. Overall, this concert rocked 🙂

  8. lis says:
    March 19, 2013 at 9:13 pm

    Awesome review as usual you nailed it Simon!

  9. VonSwenson says:
    March 21, 2013 at 12:36 am

    Great review, Simon. You’re kinda the “Neil Young” of music reviewers. You create what’s in your own mind, without paying any particular attention to what others (the critics’ critics) think of your stuff. I like that independence.

    I also loved the show. I think this was the first band I’ve seen play a three-hour set.

    The stage set was slightly different than Rust Never Sleeps, with the two-layer amp covers. I loved the look of the big boxes stretching up into the sky. We were about tenth row centre, and I didn’t think the sound was as good as where we started, about fifteen rows back for the Drones (who were surprisingly good). I took my earplugs out for the Drones, and for the acoustic songs (including Hole in the Sky), but had to leave them in the rest of the time. Several people have commented on how good the sound was, but where we were, the vocals weren’t that clear during the heavy songs.

    It took Poncho quite a long time to open up. He was hardly moving at all for the first hour or so. Apparently he didn’t need to. I always like to see where the sounds are coming from, and with this act – even pretty close up – I couldn’t. I guess with all the delay and feedback they were using, just touching a string would make a huge noise…

    I loved the two new songs, and thought having the woman on stage with her guitar was a nice touch – the crowd all cheered for her when she left the stage. (Or maybe they cheered because she’d left?)

    “Hole in the Sky” was just magical, and they turned the volume down a little and cleaned up the sound for it. I thought it was a better version than any of the YouTube versions from the Australian shows. Neil was much more emotive and plaintive during the call and response
    chorus.

    The infra-sonic bomb they dropped during Like a Hurricane was wild. Everyone where we were standing jolted when it hit. They’d tried it out during Cinnamon Girl but only for a second or two. Where we were, everything was vibrating at about a 5 mm amplitude for a minute or so.

    I guess the shredding guitar on Like a Hurricane was radical when it came out, forty years ago, but today it would be almost a cliché. So they had to do something new. The infrasonics were pretty disturbing, especially with all the feedback they had going then. They acted like it was an amplifier problem and got a tech to come out and pretend to adjust the knobs on the bass stacks. Most people around me were holding their ears in pain at that point. No one left, though.

    I was surprised, after your comments on the stage language during Homegrown, that you weren’t critical of the “Fuckin’ Up’ closer. I mean, it was sort of funny and all, but not very positive to keep shouting into the crowd, “You’re just a FUCK-up! YOU’re just a fuck-up! You’re JUST a fuck-up”. Yeah, I was amused, but I’ve got a pretty crude sense of humour.

    The Woodstock “rain” sequence they did to clear the stage of all the debris they’d blown across it was cool. I also liked that they played “Greensleeves” as everyone was leaving. That was a staple of the old Bill Graham concerts in the SF bay area back in the day. And it was great the way the band acknowledged the crowd at the end, taking a lot of time to look around and try to make eye contact with as many people as possible.

    All in all, the best show we’ve seen in quite a while!

    • Simon Sweetman says:
      March 21, 2013 at 1:11 am

      I wasn’t critical of the language because this was not a show pitched to youngsters with alcohol-branding – this was a gig.

  10. annie bluebottle says:
    March 22, 2013 at 12:30 am

    fabulous review , just wonderful!!! A true wordsmith who took us on a ride…

  11. Mike says:
    March 22, 2013 at 10:42 pm

    Awesome concert in Wgtn – What a humble man – what a guitar god – Like A Hurricane was my highlight – I would have been happy just for him to have only played that once song..rock on Neil!

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