Eighties super group ‘The West Indies’ are currently touring Australia on what I can only assume is their farewell tour.
Time will tell if this is a John Farnham like farewell tour or a real one but based on the performances so far, it seems like the latter.
In hindsight, I guess I went along for the same reason most fans did, for the nostalgia.
Unfortunately, those of us seeking a glimpse of our youth left severely disappointed, with no sign of earlier hits like ‘Curtly Ambrose’, ‘Viv Richards’, ‘Courtney Walsh’ or ‘Michael Holding’.
There wasn’t even album favourite ‘Richie Richardson’.
Recent hit ‘Brian Lara’ was also ignored and instead we were treated to a turgid procession of stuff from the amateurish new album.
From the dirge-like ‘Marlon Samuels’ to the alarmingly beige ‘Kraigg Brathwaite’, we were constantly reminded of how the West Indies’ earlier stuff is way better than their new stuff.
Only ‘Darren Bravo’ got any reaction from the crowd and that was mainly because of the relief felt from hearing something that was actually in tune.
Even the stage presence was disappointing. Gone was the swagger, the arrogance; replaced by childish posing and palpable laziness.
It was a sad reminder that when the sun sets on something it gets cold pretty quickly and as we left, all that remained was sadness about what once was.
The West Indies used to be the pinnacle of technical ability and showmanship, now they’re just an embarrassing sideshow.