The Verve Kick Off U.S. Tour With A Whimper
The Verve opened their U.S. tour on July 18 in San Francisco, their first
time back in the States since playing the second stage at Lollapalooza last
summer. They flew to America right after playing England's Phoenix Festival
(where our English correspondent Stuart Green said the best thing about the
festival was the vodka and the Verve!) on Saturday and it showed. Lead singer
Richard Ashcroft complained that he was losing his voice and rasped through
the hour and a half set. As for the rest of the band-- guitarist Nick McCabe,
bassist Simon Jones, and drummer Pete Salisbury--they plodded through the
thirteen song set, like sleepwalkers shambling through the night. Jet Lag
certainly took it's toll on this band. Ashford, in all his Jaggeresque
splendor--pouting lips and chiseled cheekbones--belongs to that Great
Northern Fraternity of lead singers who exude a brooding sensuality but
little showmanship. Considering Ashcroft's low key stage presence, his
models have to be Oasis' Liam Gallagher and Stone Roses' Ian Brown, who also
err on the side of shoe-gazing. But then Wigan, England, where The Verve hail
from is only a stone's throw from Manchester, leading one to believe that
there is something somnolent in the water. The difference with this one is he
insists on singing with his eyes shut throughout, and continually mouthed the
words to God-knows-what while the band dove into one of their infamous jams.
On the other hand, bassist Simon Jones was in rare spirits. Two years ago
almost to the day, he met his wife before the Verve's set in San Francisco
on their very first trip over here, so he was fondly reminiscing before the
night's show. If she would have seen a show like Tuesday's she might have
reconsidered. A shame really, since their recent Virgin release Northern
Soul, the follow-up to 1993's A Storm In Heavenis really stellar.
Songs like the spacey "Life Is An Ocean" ("I woke up with a scream/I was
buying some feelings from a vending machine") or "This Is Music," which
sounds like Iggy and the Stooges fed through a coarse strainer, made one
think that the English Invasion isn't quite over. "On Your Own," is poignant,
poetic and self-absorbed with this lyric: "Tell me what you've seen/Was it a
dream?/Was I in it." And "History," inspired by a William Blake poem, is
haunting. After listening to the CD we were more confused than ever, since we
had such high hopes for the show. Coming out of the North of England in the
early '90s, The Verve picked up a lot of Stone Roses fans who had defected
after their heroes went into seclusion. With their loud, guitar-drenched
psychedelic pop, and their existential ramblings, coupled with a savvy pop
sensibility, they're the natural bridge between the Roses, and their buddies
Oasis. With a claim to fame as Liam and Noel Gallagher's second favorite
band, how can you go wrong? (One guess as to who the little egotists' fave
is.) In fact it was in Paris opening up for Oasis, their northern
compatriots, that guitar player Nick McCabe got into a difference of opinion
with a security guard, that resulted in McCabe breaking a finger, and the
cancellation of The Verve's British tour. Famous for things like trashing
hotel rooms, collapsing in over-indulgent stupor's, and graphic hyperbole
about how they're destined to be the next big thing ("I think we'll be like
the English R.E.M., releasing album after album. It may be a slow process but
at some point it's going to go BANG! and we're going to be up there big
time," lead singer Richard Ashcroft recently told a reporter), we were
expecting the stars. What we got was a moon.