There was a time, kids, when The Police were the unquestioned biggest band in the world. Their blend of fun lyrics, combined with their tight, deceptively complex Ska-ish arrangements, the best drummer post-Bonham, and one of the great pop songwriters of all time (as much as it chagrins me to admit) made white people dance ”The Carlton” in the aisles of big stadiums in ever-increasing numbers from 1977-1983. They stopped just in time, I think. But all three were long-time veterans of the music biz, especially Andy Summers. I’m glad this show is Pre-Police, not Post-Police. All three became slicker, less inventive, less certain.
