The Rolling Stones @ Murrayfield, Edinburgh, 9 Jun

Despite The Rolling Stones all being in their 70s, they can still put on one hell of a show and play a set of pure nostalgia tonight

Live Review by Lewis Wade | 11 Jun 2018

Nobody is under any illusions about what a Rolling Stones show is about at this point, least of all the band itself. The most recent song they play came out in 1981 (set opener Start Me Up) despite the band having released seven albums since then, and many are more than 50 years old. The 'No Filter' tour, which will see the band play to well over a million fans across 28 dates (and will gross over £200 million), is pure nostalgia with few surprises, but it certainly delivers on everything you'd expect.

Despite the intermittent rain, the band trot out reliable favourites like You Can't Always Get What You Want, Jumpin' Jack Flash and Sympathy for the Devil with admirable gusto, Jagger filling in the gaps with a bit of football and tram-related banter. As the result of a Twitter vote the band play She's a Rainbow, a somewhat-rarely played “deep cut” from the psychedelia-tinged Their Satanic Majesties Request, to plenty of cheers but more than a few shrugs.

After a particularly spirited and gyration-heavy one-two of Paint It Black and Honky Tonk Women the band are introduced and Jagger takes a break, letting Keith Richards take over for solid, though slightly limp, renditions of You Got the Silver and Happy. Ronnie Wood starts to flex his soloing muscles late in the set, rarely not seen in a power stance, while Richards seems content to play rhythm and grin his head off. Jagger prunes and dances in his typically foppish manner throughout, frequently shedding (and re-adding) layers to the delight of the baying audience.

Brown Sugar closes the main set nicely, but it's the first song of the encore, Gimme Shelter, that provides the real highlight of the evening as backing singer Sasha Allen is given free rein on the walkway and provides a perfect foil for Jagger. (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction closes the show with literal fireworks as Murrayfield turns into a singing/chanting/screaming mess. Much is made of the advanced age of the band, but tonight's show proves (for the millionth time) that they can still put on one hell of a show.