To rescue Kahlo from the clutches of the corporate art market, we need to acknowledge the overt and covert political dimensions of the work, demands GAVIN O’TOOLE
Elton John
Vicarage Road Stadium, Watford
ON THE walls of a flat next to the Vicarage Road Stadium, a tenant had draped a banner saying “Welcome home Elton.” The green, green grass of the stadium may have been covered in protective material to accommodate the near 30,000 crowd, but they’d all come to meet him, and the homecoming was one to match any that has gone before.
It was a wonderfully idiosyncratic British farewell, garlanded by an eclectic audience of all ages and dispositions, including a sizeable element of noisy Watford fans, there to pay tribute to the man who has transformed their football club.
WILL STONE in entertained, and some, by the Irishman Shobsy and the Dutch/Kiwi combo My Baby
WILL STONE is impressed by a tour de force rendition of three decades’ worth of orchestral chamber pop
PETER MASON relishes a legend of Jamaican roots reggae still plying his trade with a large degree of spirit


