SSE Hydro, Glasgow
Throughout the ̓90s his name was synonymous with turgid, conservative Brit-rock, the vigour, focus and creativity of his peak Jam days seemingly lost forever. However, in 2008 he released 22 Dreams, an excellent album full of experimental, neo-psychedelic textures. Since then his creative renaissance has continued with three critically acclaimed albums in a similar vein, the latest being Saturns Pattern.
A gifted classicist, Weller has always cherry-picked from the past, but his current guise as a Sly Stone-influenced purveyor of cosmic sunshine soul fits him like a bespoke Crombie coat.
The peaks of this performance were such late-flowering gems as the effortlessly hooky Up In Suzie’s Room and the McCartney/Rundgren bounce of Going My Way. He even took a respectable stab at disco with Starlite.
Unfortunately, his dreary Plodfather past poked through with several overextended jams of the sort I wish he’d leave behind. The likes of Porcelain Gods recalled the depressing stench of an early evening ̓90s T In The Park performance.
Still, the zest of his recent solo material plus a smattering of Jam classics – during which his mahogany soul man voice reverted to its natural Woking roots – more than compensated for those unwelcome longueurs.
If tomorrow he released an avant garde conceptual suite, I wouldn’t be surprised. How many 50-something survivors can you say that about?