Rory Gallagher
The Bottom Line
New York City
February 8th, 1976 by Billy Altman
The inevitability of Rory Gallagher's success in the U.S. (after half a
decade of stardom in the UK) owes as much to the current state of blues
rock as it does to the rules of Darwin. Gallagher has always been one
of the finest - an exciting guitarist with seemingly absolute command
of his instrument. He is also a real survivor; coming from the British
blues wave spearheaded by Cream.
Gallagher didn't make it to the U.S. until 1971
and he is still a relatively new face. Watching him perform to a
boisterous, sold-out house was like entering a time warp. Although an
older fan might have waxed nostalgic as Gallagher paused midway through
his energetic set to play a few acoustic songs on an old National steel
guitar, to the young following in the club, Gallagher's music was
something different, possibly as close to the roots as they may ever
get.
Which, of course, is not to take anything away from Gallagher. Although
the audience was primed for boogie (and it got more than it needed in
the final number, the blistering "Souped-Up Ford"), he tossed in Muddy
Waters' "Where's My Baby Gone" and even did a guitar rag, "Pistol
Slapper Blues."
Gallagher is a decidedly non-showy performer- no posing or one-handed
antics. He lets his guitar playing do the impressing, which it
certainly does. He rocks ("Let Me In"), he thinks ("Ain't Too Good"),
but the base is the blues. As an endangered species, the blues needs as
many Rory Gallaghers as it can find. From the March 25, 1976 issue of Rolling Stone
reformatted by roryfan