L.A. Guns

Lon­don Is­ling­ton Academy

Classic Rock - - Live! - Dave Ev­er­ley

Re­con­si­tuted Sun­set Strip main­stays hit The Smoke.

“This song is ded­i­cated to a very spe­cial lady,” L.A. Guns wailer Phil Lewis says with a smirk. “I don’t know who she is yet. This is I Want To Be

Your Man. [Pause] Oh, hang on, we’re go­ing to play a dif­fer­ent song. Fuck it.”

That’s L.A. Guns in a nut­shell: for­ever snatch­ing de­feat from the jaws of vic­tory. But then ragged charm is part of L.A. Guns’ ap­peal. This lat­est it­er­a­tion of the band fea­tures Lewis and gui­tarist Tracii Guns back to­gether for the first time in years, and what they lack in pol­ish they make up for in matey bon­homie and gen­eral let’s-have-a-good-time vibes.

The black-clad Lewis, back on home turf here in Lon­don, has had a drink or seven, but on Sex Ac­tion and the eter­nally bril­liant goth-glam death an­them

One More Rea­son he’s in finer voice than he was when they first came out 30 years ago. Even bet­ter, newer tunes Speed and The Devil Made Me Do It hold their own against the songs that made this band Hol­ly­wood A-lis­ters in the first place. Well, C-lis­ters, any­way.

In the debit col­umn: no one comes to an L.A. Guns show to watch them play a blues jam with sup­port act Jared James Ni­cholls; and no one – es­pe­cially Tracii Guns – should play a gui­tar with a vi­o­lin bow in 2018. But they look like they’re en­joy­ing them­selves. As Phil Lewis would say: fuck it.

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