A dizzying cavalcade of romanticism, literally a catalyst for orgasm around the world. Frejus, France, 1982. Roxy Music’s last tour for 19 years, promoting their new (and last) album, Avalon.
More than ten years of evolution – some dramatic, some incremental – behind it. A frontman at the peak of his powers, a peak that lasted a decade or more… and one with enough momentum to carry him fantastically into old age.
By “Can’t Let Go,” the tuxedo jacket has been discarded; bowtie undone, sleeves rolled up. A master hard at work, yet making it look so effortless. Massaging, provoking, stimulating an enraptured audience with every gesture, every step — while a too-talented band with enough chemistry for a university lab is clearly enjoying their work, as well.
“A hundred sleepless nights have left me
Wasted and so cold
But I can take it, I’m hangin’ on”
Highly influential – and regarded by Roxy fans as a holy grail – The High Road nonetheless remains relatively unheralded as one of the great concert films of a generation.
