Lynyrd Skynyrd @ Hammersmith Apollo [Live]

London - March 6th 2010

Lynyrd Skynyrd, which should be correctly pronounced ‘leh-nerd skin-nerd’ is the epitome of a Southern Rock band. Formed in the early 60s and rising to become global icons over the next 10 years, Skynyrd seemed unstoppable, until tragedy struck in ’77, when the passing of three band and one road crew member occurred after a devastating plane crash. Not content with allowing Lynyrd Skynyrd to remain but a past memory, the reformation in 1987 saw Ronnie Van Zant’s younger brother Johnny take the mic and once again ignite the flame of unforgotten icons. But tonight history is encapsulated in a performance which over the speaker system bellows a voice describing tonight’s act as a ‘Supergroup’, and that phrase couldn’t be more apt.

As usual, before tonight’s performance takes place, let me enlighten you on the journey which got me to this venue tonight. Knowing that this would be my first Altsounds collaboration with none other than resident photographer Cristina, I will explain the pain and suffering we both endured to reach this gig. My journey began by train, as with multiple road and bridge closures around London driving was not a viable option. After a chat with an old man about the weather and the importance of catching the fast train, I shared a carriage with a boy, who in his third year at secondary school shaved his eyebrows for a laugh. Judging by his outfit, he either worked in Footlocker or was endorsed by them. A promising start I think you’ll agree. At Waterloo, I was then greeted by five youths who would also be going to the concert tonight. After one asked ‘What is your favourite Skynryd song’, his friend replied ‘The Boys Are Back In Town’. My new feature for live reviews will now include a ‘knob of the night feature’; tonight Matthew, I choose this lad. So anyway, after numerous delays on every tube line, I arrived, just in time to watch a fight break out between a half-cut English gent and a ticket tout wielding a Scrumpy Jack bottle – who later cried as his tickets were taken from him and ripped up. Meanwhile Cristina found herself enduring 35 minutes of tube carriage decor, as she travelled just two stops. I might add that tonight was so cold, even the more emaciated pigeons turned their noses (beaks?) up at swooping down to eat discarded chips. Thanks to this lack of decent transport, and the venue's usual lack of organisation when it comes to lists and passes, we unfortunately missed support act Gun; however, we had our sights firmly set on the true draw of the evening: Lynyrd Skynyrd.

As they approach the stage by torchlight, each member is given an introduction of cheers, with Garry Rossington, the only survivor from the original line up, receiving a standing ovation and elevated vocal response from the already enthusiastic crowd. A backdrop displaying "Gods & Guns" artwork (their latest 2009 album release) is the screen against which the silhouettes of the Skynyrd guys stand proud.

‘What’s Your Name’ makes an appearance early in the set and allows the crowd to get into position for the rest of the evening. At this point the audience are more reserved, after all tonight is a showcase of musicians and many people stand contemplating whether they are there to observe, or participate. In the meanwhile, dear Cristina is hard at work amidst the quarrel of photographers down in the pit.

Lead singer Johnny takes an opportunity to thank all the US and UK troops currently serving in various conflict zones and extends his gratitude towards them; the gesture is met with warm reception from the crowd, rising to their feet in appreciation. The band then plays the opening sequence to ‘Simple Man’, dedicated to the troops who, Johnny remarks, will always be in our hearts. He is certainly a kind-natured and good spirited individual. The song itself is executed with pure brilliance and the tonality of the guitars are soft, to accompany the vocals, which, at times are overshadowed by the crowd who appear now to be finally in their element. Backing vocalists provide occasional support, but the thousands who stand aghast perform this duty equally well.

The back drop changes to Skynyrd's iconic flag display, as ‘Gimme Three Steps’ kicks in. This allows some of the most manly-men I have ever seen to link arms and rock side to side, beer in each hand. From their faces, it is clear that nothing else in the world matters to them, other than enjoying some classic tunes with their friends. ‘Tuesdays Gone’ rocks in soon after and is delivered with passion, as the crowd are riotous with applause and excitement. The chorus echoes through the venue with emotion, as everyone displays flailing arms in support of the various guitar solos. Johnny demands the house lights to be directed on the crowd throughout the night and this gives a feel of unity between performers and supporters. A really nice touch.

The audience is now on tenterhooks, expectant of some more epic songs, just as 'Sweet Home Alabama' kicks in. From the moment the initial guitar riff starts, people are on their feet, clearly getting value for their money. Everyone sings in unison and if the man next to me was more approachable I may even consider throwing an arm round his shoulder, if not only to rekindle some of that manly prowess displayed by my chums mentioned earlier. I choose against this however, and at the same time I notice his recording equipment on his jacket – big fan / opportunist? You decide.

Then comes the highlight of the evening. The band leaves the stage, house lights go down and the chanting begins from down below. There is still one song left unsung, and the crowd knows it is going to happen. To my surprise, some people are starting to leave (although, taking into account the transport, it might be wise) – but this is the one moment when the earth stands still and no other track comes close. That’s right; it’s 'The Boys Are Back In Town'! Not really, it’s one of the finest rock songs of all time, 'FREEBIRD'. What can you say about such a masterpiece? People who stand up to block the view are quite literally battered back down. This is very much a ‘sit back and take note’ song, the type of song which makes you feel like whatever you achieve in your life, that guitar solo will always be a distant wish. After the epic solo, a glitter ball appears (hell yeah it does) and the musical party, although almost over, gives the audience one last moment to let loose. Applause lasts many minutes after the song's completion, and with a well wishing of getting home safely the band departs.

Out into the cold we go, warm from the experience, shivering from reality. London once again royally screws us with transportation, and busy, poorly managed tubes become a reminder that what we witnessed tonight inside was indeed perfection. Parting ways, myself and Cristina journey home, both experiencing yet more congestion and disappointment, however both safe in the knowledge that tonight’s performance will be a memory for years to come. To witness Lynyrd Skynyrd is to witness musical gods, immortal gods that no plane crash in the world will ever be able to take down.