U2 live!
At a Grammy Awards ceremony a decade ago, U2 frontman Bono proclaimed that his band was âreapplying for the job of the best band in the world.â In order to accomplish this Herculean task, the Irish quartet would fall back on a dependable approach, specifically aping their own sound for maximum impact. The side effects, apparent on records like All That You Canât Leave Behind and How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb, were static artistic results and mountains of concert tickets sold.
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Fast forward to 2009. The band releases No Line On The Horizon — arguably their most ambitious and creative effort since 1997âs Pop — and embark on the 360° Tour, which would ultimately overtake The Rolling Stones as the most profitable road trip in history. The North American leg of the tour was postponed in mid-2010 when Bono needed emergency back surgery. The rescheduled dates brought them back to Chicagoâs canyon-like Soldier Field for a sold-out show on a storybook summer night in the city by the lake.
But unlike their last visit, the four lads from Dublin didnât seem to be in a gambling mood. Upon its release, No Line was met with closed ears and equally stingy wallets from the bandâs faithful. The record was a critical success but a commercial bust. Never mind. The band played huge chunks of it during that first outing and past-as-prologue usually dictates that the boys would reach even deeper into their catalog as the tour progressed.
Quite the opposite was true on Tuesday night. A paltry three songs from No Line made the setlist. As it were, they were some of the evening’s brightest moments. âGet On Your Bootsâ felt as enormous as its surroundings, with Adam Claytonâs bass and Larry Mullen Jr.âs thunderous drums drenching the cavernous interior with rumbling low end under The Edgeâs scuzzy, repetitive guitar riff. âIâll Go Crazy If I Donât Go Crazy Tonightâ was completely reworked into a Euro-disco dance hall rave-up, an homage to its host cityâs historic house-music scene. âMoment Of Surrenderâ was a long, sumptuous groove over which Bono moaned, purred, and shouted to the stars (at least the ones that could be seen from under the bandâs enormous, four-pronged stage) for redemption.
Unfortunately, the rest of the evening was blueprint sturdy, a cavalcade of radio hits (âWith Or Without You,â âPride (In The Name Of Love),â âI Still Havenât Found What Iâm Looking Forâ) and concert staples (âSunday Bloody Sunday,â âOneâ) that were guaranteed to sate those behind glass in the luxury suites who paid some $250 for the privilege.
Having said that, the band did tear through these standards with a renewed sense of purpose. Maybe Bonoâs brush with mortality was a reminder that even messianic megalomaniacs can eventually fall to Earth. His bandmates roared behind him on âWhere The Streets Have No Name,â allowing their figurehead to bound, preen, and emote toward the back rows like few performers in rock can. Itâs a repetitive, grand gesture that somehow never feels insincere.
Although at a premium, there were moments of spontaneity. An early single (âOut Of Controlâ) or a deep cut (âScarletâ) that doesnât get dusted off very often were quick reminders that the band seems to peak when they leave the road map on the spaceship floor.
On the 25th anniversary of his death, the band trotted out âOne Tree Hill,â a eulogy of sorts written for their friend Greg Carroll. (At the time of its release, they also dedicated The Joshua Tree to his memory). The song lurched out of the gate, The Edge struggling to remember the chord structure. But slowly it built, Bono putting a prayer to music as the rhythm section galloped behind, gaining strength as the song swelled toward completion, complete collapse always lurking, but never arriving. The fact that they barely made it to the finish made it all the more compelling. Too bad the evening didnât have more of those moments.
— Curt Baran
Category: Featured, Live Reviews, Weekly
Didn’t get to see the show, but thanks to your review, Curt. I got a clear idea of what it was like to witness U2’s latest Chicago appearance. Excellent writing and reporting!
Nice review curt . appreciated the honest commentary & loved the pics. really miss those outdoor summer shows under midwest skies. xoxo
Find me a stadium tour where a band “gambles”
their set list on deep tracks. People come to hear the hits when their paying mega bucks for a ticket. It’s silly to think otherwise.