Showing my Age part 2: Squeeze, Uncut Arena, 17th July 2009
Let’s face it: Squeeze aren’t what you might call a fashionable band.
Then again, I’m not what you might call a fashionable person. So let me take this opportunity to fess-up and admit that I’ve always liked them. My first 7″ single (look it up) was Cool For Cats,which I bought with my pocket money from what used to be the local branch of Woolworths(look that up, too). Over the years I’ve got into numerous booze-fuelled disputes with musically-minded mates in which I’ve steadfastly defended the reputation of Deptford’s finest against naysayers, unbelievers and people who call me a Dadrock lackey.
So it goes without saying that I really enjoyed their reunion gig at Latitude Festival’s Uncut Arena last night.
Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook – the Lennon and McCartney of 80s chart-topping melodic pop, as far as I’m concerned – were reunited for what turned out to be a blistering assault on their back-catalogue. Like many unfashionable bands, people often forget just how many of their songs have etched their way into our minds. Last night, though, was a powerful reminder. The likes of Up The Junction, Tempted and Black Coffee in Bed were all present and correct, but the highlight of the set was the double-barrelled assault of Is This Love and Cool For Cats.
More ammunition for those booze-fuelled disputes, then.