Review by Greg Haymes
Photographs by Andrzej Pilarczyk
The whole of the moon wasn’t hanging in the Nippertown sky last Thursday night, but it was shining in Mike Scott’s eyes. And there was fire in there, too. Leading the Waterboys into The Egg, Scott was a poet of uncommon passion, armed with a guitar set on “stun” – an unabashedly romantic Celtic soul man, a rock ‘n’ roll mystic, a true believer.
Back in March, Scott brought a pared-down, sit-down acoustic trio of the Waterboys for a sold-out, standing-room-only performance at WAMC-FM’s The Linda that was quite simply transcendent. Hands down, the best concert I’ve seen all year.
So expectations were high for the Waterboys’ full-band, six-piece return at The Egg. Maybe a bit too high. The seats in The Egg’s Hart Theatre weren’t even half full, not that it seemed to matter one wit to Scott and his band. They came rolling out with “Strange Boat,” and then romped through their best-known song “Fisherman’s Blues” in the second slot. Clearly they weren’t playing to expectations. And they didn’t need to…