I have to say I wasn't expecting much from this DVD- recorded at the very moment that Bowie's career was teetering on the brink of the critical abyss (this concert was recorded just a year before the release of his low-point "Tonight"), you might expect this concert to reveal everything that was bad about the "branded Bowie" of the 80s. But no! It's a thoroughly enjoyable concert- the band playing is solid throughout, Bowie's voice is great and the reworkings of classic tracks work rather well (at the very least they're perversely enjoyable- especially the cover of White-Light/White Heat- more on that in a minute).
The set-list is a fairly judicious balance- its more or less a greatest hits package with some Let's Dance songs thrown in, although the emphasis is more on the late seventies stuff, albeit with the experimental dissonance jettisoned in favour of a commercial 80s sound, which was clearly aimed at garnering acceptance from the kind of people who were buying Phil Collins records at the time(!) It's true that Bowie was "thinking about his pension" at this point (and why not? He spent the seventies being financially shafted by RCA), but remarkably, this doesn't detract from the concert at all. With such a solid backing band (Slick, Alomar, the drummer from Chic) how could you possibly mess up songs like Heroes, Golden Years, Ashes to Ashes and Young Americans? No amount of tinkering with the arrangements alters these indubitable classics.
Further, I think its a mistake to criticise Bowie for ditching the artiness of his late 70s phase in favour of a more commercial approach here. The fact is, that Bowie's music has always been quite theatrical and camp, so the hammy theatrics on show here not only don't detract from the songs, they sometimes enhance them. Cracked Actor, for instance, sees Bowie dressed in Shakespearian garb with Yorick's skull, while the arrangement ditches the original's fuzzy, amped-up guitar lead for cheesy synth-stabs, accompanied by a slinky bass groove. Its a camped-up treat, one of the show's highlights. My other fave is the cover of White Light/White Heat, which makes something of a mockery of the original, turning its pretentious artiness into a campy treat, topped off by the bandana-ed Earl Slick's preposterous 3-minute guitar solo, a brazen display of 80s excess. Ive always thought the Velvet's original was over-rated anyway, and seeing it revamped in this way gave me a great deal of perverse pleasure.
But its not all camped-up, hammy pseudery. (Nor are the pleasures on offer purely those of a perverse nature...) There's a solid performance underneath the cheesiness, and, I said above, don't be fooled into thinking that this concert ought to be forgotten along with Bowie's underwhelming studio output from the same period.