Melody Maker / August 8, 1981
By Allan Jones
The Pretenders/The Bureau
Hammersmith Palais, Hammersmith Odeon
Muscles straining, lungs bursting, pop-eyed and purple faced, Archie stamped his feet, jumped up and down on his
monitor and shook a fist at the Palais. "We're not a support band!" he ranted noisily. We're THE BUREAU!"
Actually, they were both.
Didactic, scolding, clumsily aggressive at their worst, the Bureau were as often thrilling, commanding, fiercely
Inclined toward blustery melodrama, they need to learn to breathe between onslaughts; too much of their material
is presently suffocated by the weight of their arrangements, the dense barrage of horns. Too often, they seemed
locked in an internal conflict: this was invariably exciting, but they'd surely achieve a greater impact if they
Outmanned and outgunned by the virtually tribal presence of the Bureau, the Pretenders reminded their support band
what can actually be achieved when four mutually sympathetic imaginations are locked into the same socket.
By turns flamboyant, delightfully crass, sensitively discreet, the Pretenders negotiate every twist and manoeuvre
in the textbook, and then pile on individual flourishes that take them sailing beyond the familiar.
almost insolently assured, they partied with a vengeance at the Palais, turned down the heat a little for the more
sober confines of the Odeon. At the Palais, there were occasional lapses in tempo and concentration, but the vibe
was on a continual up and no one really cared, lost as most of us were in the heady rock 'n' roll tumult.
Ironically, amid the general informality of the Palais gig, the singular highlight of the Pretenders' set was a
new ballad, "Birds of Paradise".
Framed by a gloriously cascading guitar signature from James Honeyman-Scott, "Birds Of Paradise" is one
of Chrissie Hynde's finest ever shots. A fugitive love song, full of heartache and poignant eroticism, "Birds
of Paradise" swells with enough emotion to pop the buttons of your vest.
Where the atmosphere at the Palais had been described most accurately by the more rumbustious sweep of songs like
the new "Louie Louie," the rampant sexual paranoia of "Jealous Dogs" (whose piercing spite
brought to mind Neil Young's "Revolution Blues") and the familiar fury of "Tattooed Love Boys"
and "Precious," the mood of the Odeon performance was predicted by the steely glint of "The Adultress."
Again, the heart of the group's performance was located in an astonishing central section that began with a deliriously
expansive "Talk Of The Town," was carried through the delicate pose of "The English Roses"
and "I Go To Sleep" (preferred here to "Birds Of Paradise"), the luscious textures of "Kid,"
through a new, sensuous arrangement of "Stop Your Sobbing," and into the more brutal contours of "Private
Both gigs climaxed with the Bureau joining the Pretenders for a spirited romp through Jackie Wilson's "Higher
As the Bureau horns blew gloriously, and Chrissie swaggered into the final chorus, I swear I felt the earth move.