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Rating: Uh... yeah well... I mean... Fantastic.
I mean, it's not like I'm one of those who get thrilled at every concert or idolize their "favorite rockstar," quite the opposite. Forced reunions after decades of silence or the historic band leader going on a tour with a name that could never represent it on its own leave me puzzled when not indifferent or disgusted, but here... first of all: tonight's wasn't a reunion, and you could definitely feel it.
The Jethro Tull undoubtedly gave their best decades ago, and perhaps that's why hearing them rearrange and present songs from the early '70s is a show. There's the folk from "Songs From The Wood", the prog of "Thick As A Brick", the flutist acrobatics of "Bourée", always the same and yet always different from itself at each live appearance.
Above all, there is him, Ian Anderson, stage performer on the cusp of 63 years old with an athletic form opposite to that of the blues in South Africa, but there's also a Martin Barre that is splendid; the others still manage to stay only slightly in the background, and the credit is due to the familiarity with which they manage to address their instruments. Thus, they move from bongos to organ, from accordion to the double pedal (!!) of Doane Perry that makes its appearance in some finales.
And after many concerts in cement expanses or cramped venues with zero visibility, even the setting here is splendid, the park of a 19th-century villa (...yes, okay, I guessed, I don't know, it could even be medieval for all I know), good acoustics, and a decent possibility of movement.
Thus, 1 hour and 30' pass among more or less old pieces and then... then there's the monumental "Aqualung". The end.
Or rather, no, the breath of the locomotive that will accompany us home is still missing. Grand finale, the compelling "Locomotive Breath."
I think even the agronomist from the 1600s is dancing in the grave.
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