The Guardian heeft een recensie geplaatst van het concert dat Wilko Johnson en Roger eergisteren in Londen gaven. De krant geeft 4 van 5 sterren.
“The defiant high spirits with which Johnson has approached last year’s diagnosis of inoperable pancreatic cancer – declaring himself “vividly alive”, setting out to rock until he dropped, and joking, “If I ain’t dead by the end of the year, it’s gonna start getting embarrassing” when he’d outlasted his allotted six months – are infectious.
Dad-dancing, forgetting lyrics and muddling his lyric sheets like a doddery rock champion, Daltrey sweeps all sense of finality, tribute or po-faced reverence from the evening and lifts it towards a tearless celebration, a lock-in at the last chance saloon. After cracking through the Who’s I Can’t Explain, he holds his microphone to Wilko’s stomach as if the disease itself might sing a verse, while Johnson mock-dies. While he is living life this fully, and with such bristling bravado, long may he feel mortified“.