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He is playing a rock'n'roll show, not taking part in high mass...
The show still fulfils many of the beardy's previously held beliefs. Adams - just a consonant away from mediocrity - sears through tracks from solo debut 'Heartbreaker', with crafted intent. With a guitar and harmonica, a piano and deft self-deprecating wit ("give it some more reverb - it's just a damn protest song"), a voice that echoes the trio mentioned above and also, oddly, John Denver, he details the relationship that shattered his heart. 'Damn, Sam (I Love
A Woman That Rains)', a distant cousin of 'Chelsea Hotel', leaves you stock-still, while any other number lifted from the album - try 'Sweet Lil Gal' or 'Don't Ask For The Water' - do enough to bring a genuine hush without any irritating calls for quiet.
But what Adams knows is that while he owes a debt to his own holy trinity, he is playing a rock'n'roll show, not taking part in high mass. When he mimics a human beatbox in the bridging part of 'Wonderwall' (a cover that brings a whole new set of textures and nuances), it is not to poke fun at Oasis, rather at those around the stage who believe it heresy to admit to liking such a band at all. When he returns soon to rock out completely with a full band, listen for the cries of "Judas" as the beards stream out the door.
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