Jane's Addiction - November 12, 1987 - Beacon Theatre, New York City, NY

Date: November 12, 1987
Location: Beacon Theatre, New York City, NY
Recorded: No known recording
Status: Confirmed
Type: Concert
Lineup: Perry Farrell
Dave Navarro
Stephen Perkins
Eric Avery

Show Information:

Jane's Addiction opened for Love & Rockets.

It is worth pointing out that some tickets were misprinted as "Jame s Addiction" while some didn't mention the band at all.

This tour was nominated for Club Tour of the Year but lost out to the Robert Cray Band.

Thanks go out to 'Jo$EChUngL8' for the shirt photo, Greg Fasolino for the third ticket scan.

The New York Times
Rock: Love and Rockets
Published: November 15, 1987

A Song by Love and Rockets proclaimed '"No New Tale To Tell" in the group's concert Thursday night atthe Beacon Theater, and truer self-descriptions were rarely sung.

Love and Rockets plays an assortment of recent British rock styles, from punk to noise-funk to neo-psychedelia to folk-rock. The music does not show much personality of its own; it sounds like the Cure, the Gang of Four, the Woodentops, Shriekback, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joy Division and other post-punk bands. And the lyrics don't add new insights to the alternately bleak and yearning sentiments of current British mope-rock.

Yet Love and Rockets, formed by three ex-members of Bauhaus, performs with stubborn conviction; the band's obstinacy is its most distinctive trait. Songs abruptly sprout extra chords or shift tempos partway through; riffs and chants stretch out longer than they would in typical poptunes, as if simple phrases had suddenly turned into obsessions. Onstage, Love and Rockets affected the deadpan demeanor of its fellow mope-rockers, while artificial smoke billowed all around the musicians; in lieu of stage activity, the smoke facilitated eerie lighting effects.

Jane's Addiction, a Los Angeles band, was anything but static on stage. Perry Farrell, the band's bare-chested lead singer, acted like a latter-day Iggy Pop, writhing and staggering and flailing his dreadlocks as the band pounded out power chords or funk vamps. At some points, the band's improvisational noise and Mr. Farrell's vocals, boosted with too much echo, sounded like a more inept Motley Crue. But Jane's Addiction aims for rock with the frenzy of a Dionysian ritual, and some stretches of Thursday's set lived up to that ambition.