IT WOULD have been nice to hear the future of British rock ’n’ roll
in comfort, instead of having your eardrums torn apart by excess
decibels. Reading Town Hall is soon to be demolished – have Boxer and
support band Widowmaker playing there for a week and the foundations
would start cracking.
Boxer’s record company has spent mucho pesetas promoting them. Why,
they even arranged a naughty LP sleeve knowing damn well it would be
banned and cause a bit of publicity. Live, Boxer don’t live up to the
promise of their glossy packaging. They play unoriginal rock that you
can hear in any club from Reading to Redruth and pay far less for the
concert. Come the summer, Boxer will probably be playing somewhere
downbill at a festival. They’ll have a brief moment of glory getting
the crowd dancing before continuing to slog away in the small time
league.
They play a predictable set full of predictable songs with
predictable lyrics: ‘Baby, you’re gonna satisfy me love, squeeze me,’
etc. The crowd remained unmoved, apart from those who walked out because
of the blasting sound.
Widowmaker’s set was equally tedious.
If Boxer and Widowmaker are being tipped as the great white hopes of
‘76 the future looks bleak indeed. – ROBIN SMITH
|