Malahide 30 July 2011

 For the last few months, I have been immersing myself in Prince’s 1990s catalog. This is my favorite era of Prince, as he unveiled masses of new music and played with a variety of genres and styles, all the while digging further into a funk sound. Of this era, the song “Gold” isn’t particularly representative, one could easily enough imagine it slotting onto one of his mid to late-80s albums, but it does live up to its name and shines brightly at the center of this period. While following the song through his career, I couldn’t help but notice that it was shelved in 1996 and only resurfaced in a live performance in 2011, a mere fifteen years later. The bootleg I am listening to today opens with “Gold,” only its second live performance since 1996, the other performance being four days previous in Rotterdam, as Prince pulls this jewel from his vault and gives it another polish. It would continue to occasionally pop up in concerts through 2011 and 2012, before disappearing again back into the ether. The rest of today’s concert is typical of Prince’s 2011 European tour, a greatest hits package aimed at mostly 1980’s material, with the occasional surprise thrown in just to keep the hardest of hardcore fans satisfied. Expect no real surprises from this recording, but enjoy Prince playing his hits to an adoring audience who relive their youth in this sprightly performance. 

30th July 2011 Malahide Castle, Malahide, Ireland 

The first strains of “Gold” are almost lost on me as I am trying to remember if I have been to Malahide or not (I decided that I have been there) and when I do register what I am hearing it is with an air of disappointment. There is a thinness to the sound, and not just because of the audience recording. The keyboard chips in with a childlike quality, a children’s toy that has somehow managed to find its way onto the stage, and its tinny and fragile sound detract from the power of hearing “Gold” again in this context. Prince’s lyrics stir up the feelings of old, but without a muscular and well-polished sound behind him, it amounts to very little. The song itself still rises, its uplifting spirit still present, but sonically it stays firmly rooted to the ground, its wings clipped of the soaring quality by the overall sound that is damp and heavy. 

 

The first strains of “Let’s Go Crazy” have the sound that I had hoped for in the previous “Gold,” there is a tautness, and tension, as the guitar pulls hard at the music before the song lifts its skirts and swirls into Prince’s upbeat Las Vegas version of the song, all chants and pounding keyboards, the guitar becoming a mere adornment to the chaos of sound emerging from the stage. Sure enough, it does reappear, but only as a facsimile of itself, as if someone is playing it from another room, its sound ghosting through the recording. “Delirious”  is far more satisfying, the band and its loud brash sound suddenly focusing on a song that carries these gifts with a lightness.  It's far from perfect though, and at times even the keyboard disappears behind the beat, in this case, due to the audience recording rather than the performance. 

“1999” is overplayed, but today it hits me just right, the opening guitar singeing the recording with a touch of fiery guitar that has a quiet intensity that hasn’t been heard thus far on the recording. As it settles into its groove, it is Shelby J that comes to the fore, her personality so large that she temporarily threatens to overwhelm the song with her vocals, and a huge smile that one can hear captured on the bootleg. It never settles on the song “1999” proper, instead, Prince and the band prefer to hand it off to the crowd for chanting, and their chance to become part of the performance. I can’t complain too much, although it does pull a little shine off this old favorite. 

 

The extended slow-down version of “Little Red Corvette” isn’t quite as extended as I anticipated, the opening howls giving way all too quickly to the verse, surrendering some of the power of the song before it has had a chance to properly marinate in the emotional cry that Prince is providing it his guitar whine. However, the rest of the song is a well-paced rendition, and there is enough meat on its bones to satisfy both old and new fans alike. It’s hard not to be caught up in the gravitational pull of Prince’s guitar playing in the breakdown section, and his black-hole sound pulls every strand of emotion from the song to this one point, creating a stellar sound that rings out for the next few minutes, providing a moment that rewards both your ears and your heart. 

Andy Allo is sadly buried by Prince’s vocal throughout “Take Me With U.” Visually striking on stage, sadly I just don’t hear enough of her on this recording. There are moments where she burst out of the recording, but for the most part, it is Prince booming out the lyrics, making for an uneven and unsatisfying moment. 

There is an element of pop missing from “Raspberry Beret,” and this campfire singalong version, although great at the live show, is light on the recording as the pure pop sound is substituted for enthusiastic audience noise. This is how Prince wants it, and one can’t fault him for delivering to his audience exactly what they want. 

The smooth pop returns for “Cream.” It's a strong-sounding rendition, the band adding inner steel to its buttery sound, crafting the song into life with every aspect strengthened by the performance and this iteration of the NPG’s take on it. All play with strength, so much so that Shelby J is matched by the rest of the bold players on stage. 

 

The keyboards propel “Cool” constantly forward, but it is the lyrics that keep us in the moment as Shelby temporarily distracts us with “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough,” before Prince claims the spotlight with his own “Cool.” It is impossible to stay seated for a song such as this, and even on the bootleg, you can feel the groove reaching out through the speakers for you, lifting you from your seat and forcing you to move to the rhythm of Prince’s boasts. 

The introduction to “Purple Rain” creeps slowly across the recording, the opening strains barely perceivable, before building gently into an audience singalong. The recording becomes drenched in this purple sound and Prince’s performance connects both him and the audience directly back to his 1980s peak. The song is played with due respect, nothing is tampered with and every piece is still sitting in place as in 1984, barely diminished by time and place. Prince has barely aged in the years since, and his guitar solo even less so as it rises out of the heart of “Purple Rain,” as the same hurricane force that it always has been. It may not be as loud on this audience recording, but it plays with the same demand that you listen to it that it always has, and remains the linchpin of Prince’s greatest hits package. 

 

With Prince absent from the stage, it falls to Shelby J to carry the following cover of Bob Dylan’s “Make You Feel My Love.” Since its release in 1997, it has been covered by numerous artists, including Billy Joel,  Adele, Kelly Clarkson, and Garth Brookes. Shelby J’s cover could look anyone of them in the eye as she elevates the lyrics on the wings of her soulful voice, and even though Prince is no longer on stage, I remain riveted to the recording by this searing performance. 

All that is forgotten though as Prince returns for “If I Was Your Girlfriend,” its bare funk revealed in these performances later in his career. The bass slips and slides behind the beat and swirling keyboard that adds smoke to an otherwise icy sound. The audience input is a little too much for me, distracting from the purity of the music, but with Casandra on the keyboards, there is plenty to revel in from the onstage performance. 

The party starts with a greasy version of “Kiss,” the scratch guitar usurped by a rubbery keyboard and elastic bassline.  It plays on shaky ground, there is nothing firm to clutch onto as the song shifts and shakes throughout, the only dependable feature being Prince’s clever lyrics that remain at the heart of the song. 

The pacing of the concert is uneven, and “Musicology” feels shoehorned into this part of the show. As much as I enjoyed Shelby’s earlier performance of “Make You Feel My Love” it did temporarily derail the show, and although we hear the audience singing along to “Musicology” it does have the same effect on the show after the crowd-pleasing “Kiss” and “If I Was Your Girlfriend.” As a showcase for the band, it works well enough, but on this particular bootleg I can’t warm to it, instead, I much prefer the versions heard on the Musicology tour. 

 

Over half of “The Bird” is given over to the introduction, and as much as I like the rest of the song, it fails to live up to all the promises made in those first two minutes. There is a renewed energy at this point of the show, and a quick check of the setlist reveals that from here on in the songs will come faster than ever as Prince rips through his back catalog, strip mining it of hits. 

More bass for “Jungle Love” would have been nice, and as hard as I strain to listen, I can’t decide if it’s the live mix or the audience recording that is depriving me of its chest-thumping bass groove. Thoughts of the bass disappear as Prince tears up the guitar break, leaving the breakdown a scorched earth chance to regain some composure before the segue into “Play That Funky Music” 

The funk of “Play That Funky Music” can’t compare to the previous two songs, and as much as Prince injects into the song it is no match for his own Minneapolis funk.  However, the crowd is all on board for the moment, and perhaps at this point, the bootleg isn’t as good as the live show, especially as Prince again ups it a notch with further guitar heroics that elevate the song to a previously unheard intensity. 

I hadn’t expected to hear “Sometimes It Snows In April” at this stage of the show, and it does sound a little lost in this larger concert. The introduction is so light it almost disappears into the audience chatter, and it is not until Prince’s vocals that the song truly reveals itself. The chatter remains strong, and the intimacy of the song is lost as it floats easily over the heads of the audience. Even as the audience joins softly for the chorus, there remains the feeling that Prince has lost most of the crowd with a song that is just too delicate for a crowd this size. 

 

From the same era, “Nothing Compares 2 U” goes over much better. With Shelby J adding her passionate vocals, the song has a power that connects much better with the audience, and with the recording. It certainly helps that the song has an Irish connection through Sinead O’Conner, and Prince and Shelby deliver a stirring version that pays homage to Sinead and this Irish audience. This is one of the best-recorded songs of the bootleg, and a strong way to enter the final phase of the concert. 

“Sign O The Times” is a fine start to the sampler set, its bare-boned funk matching the empty electronic sound of Prince at the sampler. It is the longest of the songs appearing in the sampler set, the following “Alphabet St,” barely a head nod to the original, and its minute run time is mostly given over to the excellent Ida Neilson on bass. 

There is the briefest of teases for “Nasty Girl,” before “Doves Cry” teases in its initial appearance before Prince drags a longer rendition further into the setlist. Stripping the song of most of its treasures, it gets a verse and chorus here before Prince switches gears with “Hot Thing,” – another song shorn of most of its charms by this heavily abridged version. The bouncing bass is worthy, but there is little else to recommend it. 

The concert returns to its roots with a lively rendition of “A Love Bizarre.” Andy’s contribution is again lost in the noise of the band, but the song has always firmly remained Prince’s and this performance is true to form with his vocals bold and to the front. Perhaps the most enjoyable aspect for me is the quirky keyboard solo that can barely be heard in the din. It adds a new sound to the mix and would have changed the song on a better recording. 

I wait with anticipation to see if “Controversy” will be the standard 2011 take, with  “Housquake” and its “jump up and down” refrain making an appearance. Sure enough, it does revert to this, and Shelby imploring us to clap our hands and stomp our feet, always great in concert and always terrible on bootlegs. Still, the first minutes of “Controversy” are excellent and good enough for me to put up with the latter part of the song. 

We stay in the era with a great version of “Let’s Work” that has the rubbery bassline matched by Prince’s classic falsetto. There is plenty of shake in the keyboard lines as the song works the dance floor to its groove, the concert again becoming a purely musical moment as the music becomes paramount. 

The final song of the show is a basic take on “U Got The Look.” Sadly it becomes lost in the moment and the frenzy of the crowd, the song disappearing in its sound and the pure thrill of the concert. Prince’s guitar break is always worth mentioning, but this performance isn’t essential, the thought of the song closing the concert is far more thrilling than what is heard on the bootleg. 

The concert tours of 2011 often serve up this uneven mix of songs and sounds, and although the hits are played in all their glory it can be an unsatisfying experience. It was the song “Gold” that brought me here, and the performance didn’t live up to expectations. It was weak sounding, and pale in comparison to its mid-90s glory. However the rest of the concert was enjoyable enough, and although unevenly paced provided plenty of fun. As a representation of a 2011 show, this is par for the course. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea all the time, but it does deliver as expected and on the right day can be a great experience. 2011 is a placeholder in Prince’s live canon, and this bootleg reflects that. It’s good enough, but never reaches the thrilling highs of other concert tours in circulation.