DAVID BOWIE : DUBLIN 1995

 

Disc One (69:44)

  1. The Motel
  2. Look Back In Anger
  3. The Heart’s Filthy Lesson
  4. Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
  5. The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
  6. I Have Not Been To Oxford Town
  7. Outside
  8. Andy Warhol
  9. The Man Who Sold The World
  10. A Small Plot Of Land
  11. Boys Keep Swinging
  12. Strangers When We Meet
  13. Jump They Say
  14. Hallo Spaceboy
  15. We Prick You

Disc Two (63:30)

  1. Band Introductions
  2. Nite Flights
  3. My Death
  4. DJ
  5. Teenage Wildlife
  6. Under Pressure
  7. Moonage Daydream
    Bonus :
  8. Look Back In Anger
  9. The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)
  10. Under Pressure
  11. The Man Who Sold The World
  12. Hallo Spaceboy
  13. Strangers When We Meet

Label : Uxbridge

Venue : The Point Theatre, Dublin, Ireland

Recording Date : November 24, 1995

Quality : Soundboard Recording (A+)

Review : Excellent bootleg with bonus tracks from the Opera Le Bastille, Paris, France, November 12th, 1995

Concert Review (David Bowie World) : David Bowie is dead – that was the simple message which came across last night at The Point in Dublin, as the avant-garde artist formerly known as Ziggy dismembered his own legend and strewed its bloody parts around with cold, calculated abandon. Bowie has been desperately trying to shake off his 70’s skin, shrugging his hits from his shoulders as though they were monkeys on his back. He tried to escape into bland, disco-centric dance pop, as though the MTV screen could conceal him; he even hid behind a group identity, but the tin was too thin to protect him. Now, he’s finally hit on the solution: turn and face the strange, cut it into little pieces, and call it confrontational art. Not that Bowie in concert circa 1995 is particularly bad- last night’s gig was a well crafted showcase for the Thin White Duke ‘s inimitable imagination , and the songs from his latest album, Outside, though not up to his past genius, are complex, challenging works in themselves. Bowie began his set on a downbeat note, easing the crowd into the material from Outside, and giving them a grace period to pick up the plot of his latest opus. Heart’s Filthy Lesson, The Voyeur Of Utter Destruction (As Beauty) and I’ve Never Been To Oxford Town may have unwieldy titles, but they settled lightly on the ears, giving cause to hope that tonight’s show might actually become a memorable exhibition. Scary Monsters kept us in touch with the familiar, but new versions of Andy Warhol and Man Who Sold The World reminded us that we were no longer in the 70’s. Bowie’s movements were fluid and forceful, and his body language was a mixture of defiance and self-sacrifice. His every grand gesture underlined the demise of pop. In this context, Boys Keep Swinging seemed like a skeletal chant, and Hello Spaceboy sounded like the final farewell of Major Tom. He needn’t have bothered doing Jacques Brel’s My Death – we got the message, and many of us had already given up and gone home. Under Pressure was poignant in the light of Freddie Mercury’s recent musical exhumation, while Moonage Daydream was like a sudden shooting star from Mars. Bowie’s been dead too long, and the resurrection might have come just a little too late.