Went tae see the Dolls at the Garage on Monday night, a fantastic gig. If ye get the chance tae see them then get yer lippy on for a great night oot. 3 cheers tae Davies mohawk for gettin' in the papers, also met a few auld heads there, one being Mad Max Maxwell (Edith & the Ladies, S.A.H.B.) doesn't he look like David Js crazy twin brother?
Here's a review I copied from the Glasgow Herald.
It is debateable if there has ever been a band that divided opinion as
much as the New York Dolls. What is now beyond discussion, however, is
that their reunion continues to go from strength to strength, and this
show presented debauched rock'n'roll at its finest.
The Garage's moderate size suited the performance perfectly, with
the band sounding both loud and clear. It was sweltering too, rammed
full of all sorts, from teenagers with their parents to older punks
still sporting mohawks and ponytails that time forgot.
The years have taken their toll on David Johansen as well. The
singer may have survived the band's past excesses, but he now rivals
Mick Jagger in the weathered front man stakes.
Yet he's still capable of strutting and sneering
with the best of them, and worked the crowd masterfully, even pulling
off lines such as "this guitar part will blow you into the
stratosphere" with aplomb.
Material from the two albums since their 2004 reformation was
sufficiently sturdy to hang alongside the clutch of classics from their
prime, with Gotta Get Away From Tommy a rollicking dose of rock'n'roll.
The older numbers, however, showed why so
many acts touch upon the Dolls. There was a deliciously ragged Who Are
The Mystery Girls, Stranded In The Jungle's theatrical boogie, and then
a pulsating Jet Boy, complete with a diversion into Hey Bo Diddley.
Trash, however, carried the most weight. After its usual guttural
opening, it phased into a dub reggae version, an idea lifted from their
current record, before returning to its roots for the finale.
It could easily have been dreadful, yet instead
triumphed, a status that applied to the whole
evening. Jonathan Geddes
