I was a bit disappointed initially when I found out that this was The Divine Comedy in the guise of Neil Hannon, solo entertainer. However I settled down to enjoy the show.
Hannon came on to the them music of Mr Benn in his bowler hat and launched in a cracking version of Assume The Perpendicular followed by The Complete Banker.
I soon realised that Neil, though good, ain’t that great a piano player. Hell he’s not even a great singer. But he does have this… charisma. A charisma that can pull such a gig off. He could have been playing a 3 stringed banjo and he would have been great.
He was a bit like a cheap Prince knocking out hits. Though not as good as Prince nor as well played, he still had that hit-thing going on. Sweden was great. You could hear all the whole band in your head whilst he plonked out his pianoed version.
Absent Friends was great on the acoustic. He did ask if it was weird that there was all of us and there was just him. Then he used the word “cosy”. It was that.
All through this I had a couple just on my right who were talking quite loudly through the whole set. I don’t know whether they were drunk or just idiot. (Where does drunk begin and idiot end?) When Neil thrashed out “Becoming More Like Alfie” the idiot man started singing the horn bit – loudly and bad.
After a while a lady behind me politely asked the idiot couple “I know you are enjoying the music but would you mind keeping it down a little?” To which the idiot man snapped back “Yeah well we are talking about the music and you are annoying us!” She asked him to keep it down again to which he started being abusive. “Hey come on!” I asked the idiot man beside me and he turned and barked “What the fuck are you looking at?” I thought to myself “An idiot man who is in bad need of a dental hygenist and some hugs from his daddy.” but I said nothing. “You’re all a pack of cunts!” he explained loudly to himself and everyone within shouting distance.
I then heard him mutter something else and his girlfriend said “But I’m enjoying Neil, he’s being a laugh.” The idiot man then stood up and threw his drink all over everyone behind us, clipping me with some, wetting the man behind me and soaking and innocent lady who was totally oblivious and two rows back. The wetted man behind us stood up and started telling the idiot man that he should “Fuck off!” and “Fuck off you asshole!” Dude had a point.
As sad as that episode was the idiot man had indeed fucked off and now our little area of the Queen Elizabeth Hall was an idiot-free zone. I asked the guy behind if he was ok. We both agreed upon the idiocy of the idiot man and got down to enjoying the rest of the gig.
Neil burst into The Indie Disco with the whole of the auditorium clapping (mostly in time!) The rest of the gig was pretty sublime. Songs of Love on the acoustic was amazing. The crowd whistled the solo superbly.
Lady Of A Certain Age prompted Hannon to ask someone, anyone for a plectrum. The knight in shining armour was a baldy man with glasses. Nice to see that interaction. I Like was hilarious. In fact Hannon was pretty hilarious himself. He sang The Plough:
But then I discovered my colleagues one day
Massaging the figures for personal gain
I said “I’ll not wallow in this house of shame”
I’ll plough my own furrow, I’ll go my own way.
As beautiful as it was I realised that, though it is important for them to take on a social stance, it’s obvious when singer/songwriters sing about something they know nothing about, like working in an office. (I was trained that if you see something that is unethical or illegal you must report it.) But hey, let him get on with it. He has good melodies.
Tonight We Fly had the whole place clapping along (in time and) sounded really powerful. The Pop Singer’s Fear Of The Pollen Count, Have You Ever Been In Love, The Lost Art Of Conversation, Snowball In Negative. The classics kept coming. I would describe myself as a great admirer of Hannon’s work for the last 15 years. I’m not a fanatic. What was great for me last night was that I wasn’t able to pinpoint which era the songs came from. This tells me they are kinda timeless in a way. (Btw I know I have the songs all out of sync here. Feel free to publish a setlist)
Our Mutual Friend was not missing the band strangely. He’s a pretty competent piano player. Don’t You Want Me was a bit of a joke – maybe too much. Frog Princess was for me a real highlight. He invited the audience to sing La Marseillaise: men the first part, the women repeating it, then the men finishing the second bit and the women completing that. That was amazing to hear. A full auditorium softly singing this whilst he got on with the song. Yeah there were mistakes with his stop/starting but it all added to the in-your-mate’s house thing whilst Neil entertains your mate’s parents.
National Express was great too with the audience all singing the horns. He got two standing ovations. I am sure I have left bits out. Please let me know in the comments what you thought. Did you have an idiot man beside you also? Were you the lady who got soaked? Was it wine or beer? Oh btw Neil, if you need a Derry-born London-based banjo player next time be sure to contact me.





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