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(This is the original unedited copy of a review I originally wrote for the Falmouth Packet newspaper – written in 10 minutes in my lunch break)

Monday at the Princess Pavilion was anything but dreary as Frank Turner brought his kinetic live show to Falmouth for the first of two nights.

The singer is currently touring his latest album, Positive Songs for Negative People, and his set reflected that, full of upbeat rock n roll aimed at pulling people up by their bootstraps.

The way the show started you might have thought it was already the encore, with fans cheering, waving and clapping to recent single Get Better, and barely let up through the two hours the singer was on stage.

Turner’s latest shows mark ten years as a solo artist, progressed from skinny white boy with a guitar to band leader. He and his regular band the Sleeping Souls appeared neatly attired in smart trousers and white shirts which grew noticeably damper as the frenetic pace in the heated auditorium took its toll.

Any old hands at his gigs will have instantly recognised the routine, as his passion for the music shone though and he tirelessly exhorted the crowd to get involved, at one point getting roadie Sam on the stage to lead everyone in jumping jacks.

The band belted through hits from every album, narrowly avoiding a threatened Iron Maiden riff-fest, but catching a newer, mature and stripped down version of Live Fast, Die Old which saw a mellow Turner bathed in violet light.

A rousing encore included hits such as Recovery and Four Simple Words as well as I Still Believe, whose refrain of “who’d have thought that after all, something so simple as rock and roll could save us all” was sung out by the assembled fans like a leitmotif of the whole evening.

Main support was Skinny Lister, a nautical tinged folk-punk combo boasting double bass and accordion among other instruments.

The band started with promise: capstan songs segueing into a Pogues-esque jig, as if someone had lit a rocket under the shanty festival, or like Mumford and Sons on drugs, and didn’t let up for a reeling half hour. They will have made a few new fans in Falmouth.

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