The Globe was crammed, or to use the current buzzword, rammed. Seats were at a premium and so they should be - this was the real deal.
I've heard the GRQ on many occasions and never been disappointed although I must confess there have been times when familiarity, if not breeding contempt, did convey a degree of complacency.
Not so tonight though, the influx of some new numbers into the set not only rekindled the spark but gave a new lease of life to the tried and the tested. In short, this was the best I'd ever heard them.
I know the combination of Hammond B3 and Leslie Speaker is regarded as the bee's knees and no doubt it is. However, in a small room like the Globe, Gerry's Crumar Mojo was certainly working for him and you don't need a pantechnicon to cart it around. Add his distinctive vocals - as ever he was in great voice - and you knew the groove was in.
Linsley wailed on the bluesy, soulful funky numbers whilst displaying a Johnny Hodges' turn of phrase on Just Squeeze me. Sinclair, a true titan of the Telecaster. was in scintillating form as was Paul Smith delivering like the powerhouse that he is.
GRQ aren't a band who are here, there and everywhere so when they do surface, don't miss 'em. Lance
Soul Shadows; The World is a Ghetto; Since I Fell For You; African Sunset; The Sit-in; Times Gettin' Tougher Than Tough; Midnight Special; Wade in the Water; Just Squeeze me; I Put a Spell on You; I Think I'll Lay Waste to Myself Tonight; Sunny.
Not surprisingly, before the concert started, the evening began on a solemn note as Dave Parker paid tribute to Dave Weisser who'd died earlier in the day. His memory will live on.
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