Someone couldn’t go and I ended up with a ticket and hotel room and watching Sparks at the magnificent Albert Hall in Manchester. Plus the added bonus of being chaperoned along the M56.
Sparks are not a band I’ve paid much attention to since being scared to death as a schoolkid watching Top Of The Pops. The image on Ron Mael’s staring eyes and inscrutable countenance as he sat rigid at his keyboards would leave ‘us kids’ terrified. His Adolf Hitler ‘tache and flick had you both laughing and being scared at the same time. His younger brother, Russell would be prancing about the stage as they mimed Beat The Clock.More