Amy Winehouse, Brixton Academy 23 November 2007 + singerette Remi Nicole

Every picture tells a story, hoary old cliche...................well maybe............................ but here it's true. 

The faint hint of legs in the middle of the stage................that's what's left of the former talented Mrs W's talent..................just a bit of a ghost really.

Like any self respecting Diva she needed to keep the audience waiting, this was a standard sixty minutes.  Grace Jones, many years ago,  did a two and a half hour "No show" but then went on to do a killer set.......made it all worth while really...............shamey Amy, lamey, Amy........well.................. she just don't have the goods folks.

She came on and did some slurry voiced little ditties which were, if the band had not been playing, unrecognizable as songs...................but the remarkable thing was we could still tell when she left "words" out and had to make them up.

Pretty miserable stuff................................standard fair........ it sounds like it, it seems this is part of the show...........she did this the night before.

Off she goes while the most talented backing vocalist introduces the band.....all excellent to the very last.

Back she comes with arms flailing. hair a higher height and so it seems is she.

She kicks off  with a pretty dirty version of Cupid ( in a sort of scratchy clap clinc kind of way)...for her supplier, without I think missing anything substantial out but then went down hill from there on in. Forgotten words, not too sure what song she was in.....or what planet she was on. 

If, as I think was the case in most instances, you were tanked up and super fueled (thanks to the hour wait) I am sure the show had it's value...........if however you were stone cold sober and intent on getting to grips with the "voice of a generation" forget it. 

Her voice is OK........it's goodish, hints of Eartha Kit but, and, but, and, but actually, is no better than any other reasonable girl singer filtered through a sewer................those who liken her to Ronnie Spector have rubbished their ears with head phones turned up far too loud  for far too many years.  In fact, with apologies to Mari Wilson's  hairdo, this much praised little derivative is not much more talented than that hairstyle with BSE......oooooooooops......nay...........maybe this is all a bit harsh.

She has shown that she can be a brilliant singer, write great songs for ONE excellent album. Now she needs to grow up, find her own voice write some better songs, get rid of her dealer and ask her record company not to put a crappy sub Lilly Alan singerette on as a guest.....I think she was called Remi Nicole but should be called Re: Me Asshole. 

Marks out of ten for the whole gig........................... 7/10 for the poor bloke singer "Brett something" at the very beginning  who looked as if he had been given the "bum rush" with a less than decent sound check, stuck in front of the fire curtain and overcame it.

2/10 for the singerette.....................although the backing group were totally sharp and as could be expected sooooooooooooo professional....this had the effect of  making her stupid me, me, me lyrics sound even more pathetic than the nursery standard they already were.

..................as for Mrs Shamey Whinehouse 0/10 for not bothering to use her talent and becoming very boring .............................for her performance 1/10.

Loved the album.......................dating already though..............shame....Rock n' Roll suicide?