Alex Petridis is an eloquently acerbic Arts critic for the Guardian. Check out this wicked little critique of the Stones’ concert at Olympiahalle in Munich an out-take from which I append as a teaser:
When the Rolling Stones play badly, you are left with a pantomime of leathery skin, terrible clothes and ridiculous behaviour. These days, Keith Richards has the sort of face you normally see halfway up a church wall with water gushing from its mouth. He sports a variety of hideous shirts, which flap open as he bends over his guitar to solo, and what looks like a vast white bandage over his thinning hairline. He seems a model of dignified maturity next to Mick Jagger, who gropes a backing vocalist during Honky Tonk Women, and rushes around the stage with his arms extended, flapping his hands, like a man in the gents who has just discovered the hand-drier isn’t working
Interestingly, Alex quite liked it overall…….he gave it 3 out of 5.