Adams on affable form
By
John Aizlewood
12 Mar 2008
Bryan Adams's career has collapsed Stateside, so he's joined us in London. The Canadian no longer dresses like a lumberjack, preferring designer threads topped by one of David Beckham's better haircuts but his music is impervious to change: that appealingly raspy voice; those appalling lyrics and the wearying whiff of everyman.
To celebrate his latest album 11, Adams is playing, 11 solo, 11-song (plus encore) dates in 11 European cities over 11 consecutive nights.
All very conceptual and only a pedant would point out that 11 is actually Adams's tenth album, excluding compilations, a co-written soundtrack and live collections.
Last night, Adams was on typically affable form, admitting to nerves, apologising for swearing in church and leavening new tracks (Tonight We Have The Stars was endearingly noble; Oxygen was annoyingly banal) with hits, although not (Everything I Do) I Do It For You.
Summer Of 69 and When You're Gone rocked merrily; Run To You and Cuts Like A Knife struggled without a band but Heaven remains cornier than a wheatfield.
Details are correct at the time of publication - please check with venue before booking.
Afternoon:
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