From The Beat, April 1998
This was one of those once- in- a- decade gigs, stories of which those in attendance will bore their unbelieving friends with for years. Everything was right: pin- sharp sound, excellent playing, perfect songs, boundless energy, self- depreciating humour and obvious enjoyment on, as well as off, stage. All from a band who must surely be destined for stadium- filling greatness, if not more.
But enough of support band Picture House, what of The Coors?
What indeed. Keen to sell themselves under the Irish/ Celtic banner, they judiciously inserted a couple of stereotypical instrumentals, complete with obligatory bodhran, into a set otherwise composed of mid- Atlantic pop songs. Sure, there's a novelty in seeing three sisters (one the drummer) and their brother in the same band, and there is no doubting that they have earned a modicum of chart success, but their performance on stage was more pedestrianised than Centenary Square and no more Irish than the awful, "plastic- paddy" theme pubs in the surrounding area.
It may be that The Coors were saving their energy for the following night's St Patrick's Day showcase at the Albert Hall, but Picture House are from Dublin and they didn't find it necessary to hold back. In the programme notes, The Coors tell of the many experiences they have had since turning professional. I wonder what it's like to play for a US Ambassador, or be an extra in The Commitments? I wonder what it's like to be blown off stage by your support band?