Plymouth Pavilions, Tuesday
Pogoing? At a Status Quo concert? Yes, there was, and on stage as well as in the audience. It was astonishing how much energy pumped out into the crowd from Messrs Rossi, Parfitt and company as they romped non-stop through a vibrant hit-filled set that would put some young guns to shame.
It began with an understated waft of Pictures of Matchstick Men; Rick stood stock still in the spotlight, easing into the inimitable chords of Caroline, powering into a performance that proved there's plenty of life left in these seasoned old-timers.
Francis bounced a lot, effortlessly commanding his trusty green 1957 Fender Telecaster, swapping lead vocal duties and coordinated posturing with a fit-looking Rick, and pausing for the odd bit of humorous inter-song chit-chat.
Huffing and puffing exaggeratedly he told us to "get your phones out. I don't want to go on stage like Tommy Cooper and have no-one notice!"
Bassist Rhino and keys man Andy Bown underpinned the rock groove and new young drummer Leon Cave attempted to steal their thunder with a mighty solo interlude.
Together the Quo were the best I've ever seen them and blasted out everything we could have wished for – from Down Down through to their Johnny B Goode finale.
Graham Gouldman and the current incarnation of 10cc opened the show, and what they may have lacked in punk dance moves and banter, they made up for in classy pop songs, delivered just as I remembered them, save for a delicious a cappella rendition of debut 1972 hit, Donna. But even tracks like Wall Street Shuffle, I'm Mandy Fly Me, Life Is A Minestrone, Dreadlock Holiday and Rubber Bullets couldn't surpass the harmonies of I'm Not in Love.
What a pleasure.