This is one of those strange ones that happen from time to time – the support band gets a better review than the headliner. If that is in any way “correct”, I don`t know, as I was only nearly ten years old at the time and didn`t frequent many concerts at that age. Maybe some of the readers know?
Black Sabbath/ Aerosmith
Madison Square Garden
Concert review by Toby Goldstein
IT WAS the kind of show no one over 18 wants to cover unless they’re paid to do so. Yet in spite of formidable odds against a proper reception, regardless of the beer spray which rained down on a hefty chunk of audience during their encore, Aerosmith, at least, proved they will be a band to reckon with in future, an Important Group in terms of both music and showmanship.
Leader Steve Tyler is a barrel of laughs. A Bostonians version of the Jagger school, he follows Mick in cut of hair, costume and attempted stage antics. He looks convincing enough.
After a time, the klutziness fades, for Tyler is as believable a singer as they come, Aerosmith are skilled in the arts of rocking and rolling and, best of all, not once did they attempt playing at jet takeoff volume.
The set was concentrated around their third album, ‘Toys In The Attic’ but also payed homage to the best of earlier albums. Older singles ‘Dream On’ and ‘Same Old Song And Dance’ illustrated what had pulled this group out of the mainstream.
Black Sabbath headlined the show, and a band with more persistence at repetition would be hard to find. Ozzie Osborne looks and acts at least five years backdated, with the songs hewing to a similar pattern.
Older material was indistinguishable from the newer, all three-chord exercises in success through overkill. It must be said that the audience was firmly in Sabbath’s corner, treating them as conquering heroes for more than an hour of the stuff, but after Tommy Iommi started to bleed, victim of a tossed-up tin can, I knew it was time to leave.