Fish at Islington Assembly Hall, London – live review
Venue: Islington Assembly Hall, London
“This is actually the stool from my kitchen,” says Fish, as he eases his frame into said piece of furniture, situated in front of John Beck’s keyboard stand on the stage.
“My back’s still fucked,” he continues, referring to the ailment and surgery that sidelined him after his last tour. True, he does sit down occasionally, but the Fish we see on stage tonight seems in fine fettle.
There’s a bout of dad dancing as he and band ease into opener The Voyeur (I Like To Watch), and his voice, a worry on occasion over the past few years, is as robust and tuneful as this reviewer has heard in many a year.
It’s interesting to note that as Marillion seem to have found a new lease of life and are reaping rich commercial rewards, Fish is winding down his musical exploits. We have just one studio album to come, the much talked about Weltschmerz – of which, tonight at least, he professes to having written “Fuck all” – and, one assumes, a tour to back it up. And then, who knows? However, tonight he is on fine form.