Music review: Richard Ashcroft, Barrowland, Glasgow

Richard Ashcroft is a wally. That’s not a criticism, not really, as “being a bit of a wally” is an essential personality trait among those who aspire towards shamanistic rock God status. Just look at Jim Morrison and Mick Jagger: great rock stars but they both look like clowns when scrutinised in the cold light of day. Ashcroft is the same. No, he doesn’t deserve to be elevated alongside such prestigious company but he’s an undoubtedly charismatic, borderline endearing fool who sincerely believes in his mystical ability to commune with the music of the spheres.