Radiohead Tour Dates and Gigography

Tredegar House - Newport, South Wales
September 1, 2000 with Sigur Ros
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Setlist
The National Anthem
Bones
Morning Bell
Talk Show Host
Permanent Daylight
Karma Police
Lucky
Exit Music
Paranoid Android
My Iron Lung
You and Whose Army?
Dollars and Cents
Climbing Up the Walls
No Surprises
Idioteque
Airbag
Everything In Its Right Place

Encore:
I Might Be Wrong
Street Spirit
The Bends
How to Disappear Completely

2nd Encore:
Motion Picture Soundtrack
Show Notes
First show ever in the 8,000 capacity tent that RH rented to bring along for the tour.
Reviews
There are 4 reviews for this show.

SHAIHAN MALIK:
Submitted on: MAY 22, 2003 05:47:36


i was there, and i don't what to say. It was trully awesome, they mixed in the old with the new, and put on an amazing show. It was the best gig i have ever seen (i've never managed to see radiohead before, but i've been a fan since the bends). Everyone should go.......and Thom's organ screw up "oh man, it's fucked" i think his words were (for motion picture soundtrack) but it was stilll kewl. I'm still buzzin' from it, so this is probably incoherent.


BEN:
Submitted on: MAY 22, 2003 05:48:02


A varied set, with great emphasis being placed on the new, KID A songs with strong support from the OK COMPUTER tracks. Surprisingly absent from the set were favourites, FAKE PLASTIC TREES, HIGH AND DRY and JUST. B Sides, TALK SHOW HOST and PERMANENT DAYLIGHT taking their place.

(support act SIGUR ROS were fantastic, but this review isn't about them)

The band all seemed in high spirits, especially Ed and Thom, who frequently jumped around the stage. Thom even joked with the crowd before new song, (I MIGHT BE WRONG), "this song is dedicated to us for doing such a stupid thing as playing in a huge tent". The crowd responded well to the new songs, but the biggest shouts of the evening went to KARMA POLICE, EXIT MUSIC, PARANOID ANDROID and STREET SPIRIT.

Of the new songs, MORNING BELL and OPTIMISTIC were truly beautiful as was IDIOTEQUE. Final track, MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK was played only by Thom, Colin and Jonny, featuring Colin on double bass, Thom on an Organ module and Jonny on keyboards. Ed and Phil joined them at the end to applaud the audience before leaving the stage for the last time.

The new songs, although with more of an electric feel are not out of place amongst a set of older, guitar based classics.

Overall, the isolated setting and atmosphere at the gig itself resulted in a quality of performance only Radiohead could achieve.


GRAHAM FEWSTER:
Submitted on: MAY 22, 2003 05:48:24


The much-anticipated UK 'Tent' tour began last night, an eager crowd braved the mud to hear the latest offerings from these demi-gods of modern rock music.

After politely clapping the support band off stage (who incidentally, were absolutely dire - the guy tried to copy Jimmy Page's violin bow technique and made it sound terrible), a huge roar made the famous quintet's arrival obvious to all present.

The opening number, The National Anthem, was a little strange for most tastes, but was unique and forceful enough to recieve plenty of enthusiasm from the crowd. Then a strange noise started, it grew louder, people tried to guess what was coming. Two seconds later, it was recognised by all, the powerful drum beat of Bones bringing smiles to faces throughout the tent. Morning Bell followed, recognised only by the most commited fans, who'd been hard at work downloading the new material, recorded at European gigs.

Old favorites Talk Show Host and Permenant Daylight pleased everyone, then Thom picked up his acoustic, and a barrage of four songs from OK Computer had the crowd buzzing, and that wasn't just due to the amount of dope being smoked! Karma Police, Lucky, Exit Music, and Paranoid Android were all well recieved. Many in the crowd had decided that "the new shit was just plain wierd", but they still wanted more, experimental songs grow on people, and know doubt in three years or so we'll look back this "new shit" like we now look back on My Iron Lung, which followed the outburst of 1997-released material.

You and Whose Army? and Dollars and Cents provided a brief respite, the newer material not getting the throng quite as excited as the songs they know and love. The next two songs, certainly well known and loved, were Climbing Up the Walls and No Surprises. In the style of a stadium gig, cigarette lighters were raised and the crowd swayed hypnotically during No Surprises.

Somewhere during this time, though when exactly has slipped my mind, the assembled masses were treated to a loud "It's fucked!" from Thom, as he tried in vain to persuade his keyboard to make the desired noises. Laughter ensured, and Thom needed a little help from Jonny before the thing was persuaded to behave, and proceedings were resumed. The new song Idioteque went down a storm, sure to become a favourite amongst fans. Interesting keyboard work was prominent in most of the new songs, the constant wonder of what Thom would do next kept the fan's minds away from the plight of their feet, which were slowly sinking into the grass, straw, mud and water. Colin had his double bass wheeled out for a couple of songs, though I think most fans preferred his work with the bass guitar.

Airbag, much-awaited, was a little disappointing, the music sounding muddy and unclear for no apparent reason. Back to new material next, Everything in It's Right Place kept people on their toes. The latest material is all showing a very experimental streak, something which most fans have been expecting. The ground-breaking trends of OK Computer were very much continued as Radiohead push British rock music into newer directions.

That concluded the main set, but the huge roars, and handclapping which rose to a crescendo, meant that the encore was never going to be too long in coming. I Might Be Wrong left me personally rather confused, but it went down well enough to be worth keeping in the set for subsequent gigs on the tour. Cigarette lighters were again raised as the show reached what, for me, was the high-point. Street Spirit had everyone singing along and swaying from side to side. Next, it went rather dark and quiet, and a few shouts of "Creep!!!" could be heard. The band did not oblige. Thom announced: "This is from the same album [as the last song]...", four time counts sounded, and the huge opening D-chord of The Bends got the crowd going the maddest they had been that evening. How to Disappear Completely was next up, and obviously it won plently of admirers, judging by the reaction it recieved.

The band left the stage again, and the crowd demanded a second encore. The shouts of "Creep!!!" intensified, and it seemed that they must oblige. But it wasn't to be. Motion Picture Soundtrack was what we got, and the band left quickly once they'd finished it. Many people including myself, stayed put, thinking (or hoping) that they must return. But unidentified tunes rang out over the PA, and people turned to the exits, realising that it really was all over.

I got too stoned, had a warm, flat beer, and my trainers will have to go through the washing machine. But despite all this, it truly was an excellent experience. 4 miles back into town (to stay with a friend of a friend) seemed like no distance at all to walk, given the state of euphoria I was experiencing. My only gripe was the fact that we heard not a single song from Pablo Honey. This was rather disappointing for me, as I'd come for the complete Radiohead experience. I think their first album is far better than most people are prepared to admit, though maybe I'm just too attached to the more 'regular' rock songs Radiohead have produced. Whatever the critics are saying about their new direction(s), I still love this truly excellent band, and they are back on the UK rock scene to kick some ass, good style.


CHRIS BINDING:
Submitted on: MAY 22, 2003 05:48:54


SATURDAY evening. I'm in a packed car park at Tredegar House, Newport, and I'm sipping tea from a picnic cup and taking in the view.

A late-middle-aged couple smile as they walk past in a patient queue of people all heading off in the same direction, all chattering and excited. There's a heavy sense of expectation in the air.

"There you are," they say to me.

"You're not the oldest one here after all."

No, we're not here to admire the parkland and gardens, beautiful though they are. We're here - with 10,000 others - for a concert. A gig, actually. And my, what a time we're going to have, because, you see, this is no ordinary concert - this is a RADIOHEAD concert. Yes, we're about to have our eardrums vapourised and our insides pummelled by bass lines that could be measured on a Richter Scale and we're going to love every brain-battering second of it.

Radiohead are, as I am sure you already know, the very best band in the world. No question. In fact, they are so good you feel sorry for the others.

The reason for this unseemly adulation? Well, for a start they don't behave like a rock band. You don't see pictures of them in the Sun, draped around naked women. They don't get drunk and punch photographers or marry for the publicity points.

They just make great music and they perform it with an energy and professionalism which sets them apart from the others. I'm here with my son, Tom, who is 17, and as we make our way towards the massive marquee in which the concert is to be held, the big question on everyone's minds is just what sort of set Radiohead are about to play. For the release soon of their new album is being heralded as something of a turning point for them, and indeed for rock music in general. Where Radiohead go, you see, others follow. Or will they?

The music press - what do they know anyway? - have been divided over the band's new work, enigmatically called Kid A. Music writers have agonised over it, fumbled for the right words to describe it, said they liked it and hated it in equal measure. Some predict the end for Radiohead, others hail it as a sensational innovation that will change modern music forever. Apart from snippets off the Internet, very few people here for the concert have heard any of Kid A. Some fans, I can tell, are a little worried.

Well, you remember when the Beatles went weird don't you? And the thing is, we're all in this together, us Radiohead fans - mums, dads, sons, daughters. The music has a quality that crosses age bands effortlessly.

Tom and I queue for 30 minutes to get into the marquee compound and dive straight into the merchandise tent. Yes, we did the gig AND we bought the T-shirt. Two in fact. Then it's double chicken chow mein, a paper cup of water (you can't take bottles into the concert in case you hate the music so much you throw them at the stage) and join the queue for the loos.

By now the support band - an interesting Icelandic outfit called Sigur Ros - are warming up the crowd with some unusual and hypnotic melodies. Very much a Radiohead accompaniment, we thought. And then the time has come. The band stride out onto the stage to a deafening reception, all 10,000 of us with hands in the air, clapping till it hurt. Hello, said Thom Yorke, he of the Voice. And they opened the set with a new number called The National Anthem, from Kid A. Mmmm. Interesting. Need to hear that again before deciding, but certainly not catchy enough to hum. Oh lor.

And then I remembered, the first time I heard The Bends (currently my favourite Radiohead work and recently voted second best album by anyone, ever) I thought it was tripe. That's what all those self-important music journos have forgotten - you need to listen to new Radiohead tunes several times before they get to the right sense buds. There followed an evening of unforgettable brilliance as the band offered up a mix of old favourites and world-beaters and half-a-dozen new numbers from Kid A, most of those greeted enthusiastically but not ecstatically. The wild reaction was reserved for the classics - Karma Police (the marquee nearly took off), My Iron Lung (the cheering must have carried across the River Severn to England), Paranoid Android (unbelievable) and others, richly lit, beautifully crafted and timed to perfection.

Thom Yorke even made a sudden attack of feedback sound good. So there we have it. Radiohead triumphant. Ten thousand people very happy. And Wales will never be quite the same again.

The future of rock is safe - in Radiohead's brilliant hands. Now, how about Glastonbury 2001, lads?


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