With all that Gary Numan lighting and retro rock, I was transported back in time to my younger days. The guitarist Albert Hammond Jr (he with the poodle fro) was a complete dude wearing a suit John Cooper Clarke would have been proud of.
The sound was supreme, and even though I was sat next to a girl and her mother on one side, and two 15 year olds boys on the other, up in the gods of the Colston Hall – it was thoroughly worth going to.
