Def Leppard: Hammersmith Odeon, London
Chris Roberts, Melody Maker, 19 September 1987
WHAT A sorry charade this is. Stuck for jokes I am, as the Lepers churn out their wall of John Bull nothingness to the adoring Horlicks-headed throng. How many times have you been told? And still middleweight metal captures the anti-imagination of the mob. This shower's very vapidity doubles their audience. Half the computer programmers here doubtless go home and play Phil Collins, Paul Young, etc. Leppard, no deffer than the rest, do Pong Jovi doing Bad Zeppelin and really we mustn't humour them. If it was horrid, then fine. But this is both characterless and powerless, as intimidating as the creature from the off-grey lagoon and nowhere near as cute. Edwina Currie could eat them for elevenses.
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