Friday, September 10th, 1965

The Who play the Borough Assembly Hall in Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire

 

Tony White in The Bucks Advertiser review the show:

Aylesbury saw the two extremes in pop entertainment last weekend -- Friday bring the noisiest thing it's ever been my misfortune to encounter in the shape of The Who and Saturday being far more enjoyable, even though mostly old hat, in the form of Screaming Lord Sutch.

Friday's performance by the young men being lauded as the bringers of "pop art" to pop was the first, and I sincerely hope the last, time that any form of music, even in its most primitive guise, has made me physically sick.

The noise -- I think that would be a better title -- was so abominably loud that after 20 minutes I had to leave for a stiff whisky with aspirins to settle a throbbing head and an upset stomach.

Several questions were left unanswered by my hurried departure.

Why...why...why...

Why did two guitar players require eight of the largest amplifier I have ever seen?

Why did we not hear the singer?

Why, or why did they have to get deliberate feed back?

Why did an electrician, if that;s what he was, keep running on to the stage with a small screwdriver to fiddle about with the many guitars that were lying around?

Why did the drummer keep throwing his sticks in the air when  he knew perfectly well that for 90 per cent of the time he was quite incapable of catching them?

These, and many other points of interest, I was too lame to pursue.  I hope I never have the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.