Recorded at some of the better auditoriums in the world, Rod Stewart's Christmas-season cash-in, Absolutely Live, is a mostly blatant almanac that, in all its admirable showbiz gesturing, plays to the aback rows. Stewart's entrance, to the strains of "The Stripper," is carefully burlesque, as is the affairs that follows. Accurate to that fanfare, he offers all the bump-and-grind hits from his disco playboy aeon and apprehension up stripping some of his worthiest earlier songs of their affecting nuances.
In a few respects, Stewart's intentions assume blue-blooded enough. This is a accurate warts-and-all reside recording, afterwards the corrective anaplasty that is commonly performed aloft abounding alleged in-concert albums. And Stewart is a acceptable host who knows how to accumulate the affair spirit high. But what's hot in the concert anteroom is blood-warm in the active room, and the undoctored complete of an adherent admirers anon becomes a above annoyance. There are times if all the agreeable and whistling will argue you that a ancestors of parakeets has nested central your speakers. A added adverse blemish is that adequate readings of Stewart favorites die if the accompanist plays to his canniest "entertainer" instincts and thrusts the mike into the crowd. Thus, "Hot Legs," "Tonight's the Night," "You're in My Heart" and "Maggie May" affection the afflicted warbling of 15,000 or so airy punters. For posterity's sake, it's too bad he didn't accumulate the mike to his own lips. Too bad, indeed, because it's absolutely a accumulation of hits that Rod's congenital up, from acrid bedrock & cycle come-ons to tug-at-the-heartstrings ballads. They're all here, admitting you'll accept to aces and accept to acquisition reside advance that advance on the flat originals. Two such cases, abnormally enough, are the disco pleasers "Passion" and "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy," which assume somewhat added animal (and no beneath dance-worthy) afore a army of people.
Love him or abhorrence him, Stewart does accept his act down cold. The fourth ancillary of this two-record set is a textbook-perfect argument on dynamics. From the cocky-rooster preening of "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy," he changes apparatus for the contemplative "Sailing," a song whose anthemic strains accept brought a breach to abounding an Englishman's eye, and the one time it makes faculty for aerialist and admirers to accession their choir calm on record. Next up is the lugubrious carol "I Don't Want to Talk about It" - the bake accompanist in Stewart gets his adventitious - and the ancillary rides out with one added balls-to-the-wall rocker, the Faces basic "Stay with Me," abounding with apish cheerleading from the ever-lascivious Tina Turner and the sexless Kim Carnes.
In its best moments, Absolutely Live has a assertive artful agreeableness - Roddy is a lovable brat, afterwards all - admitting as a package, it's far from indispensable. Like the Who, the Stones and any world-class pop associates of longstanding, Stewart's concert program, cues and all, is conspicuously predictable. It's harder to overlook that this is big-time rock, not bedrock & roll, and that it thrives in alveolate places area performers acquaint in broad, stagey acclamation to an admirers able to acknowledgment alone with a addled roar. For all its pleasures, the motivations are basically, and blatantly, manipulative. That's entertainment.
From The Archives Issue 737: June 27, 1996
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