Just saw them in Philly.
WOW.
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Full disclosure, I'm a Fish guy (got into Marillion with the original release of Misplaced Childhood; Clutching is one of my five favorite records of all time by any band), but I saw them on the Seasons... and Holidays... tour, loved it, and thing everything up through Afraid... is excellent (except Holidays...) and love Marbles; not 1000% convinced on the material since Marbles.
Hogarth was in EXCELLENT voice. This was the third night of three in a row, and yet his voice only cracked once, and in the end (during Easter). Sometimes he can wear thin with me (he's a little judgmental, in my opinion, and in a sanctimonious way) but I do like when he gets personal.
The setlist, while not my favorite Marillion songs, fit BEAUTIFULLY. I think Rothery made it, because about every song had a blazing guitar solo, and he was generally on fire. If you stuck a broom up H's ass, he would have swept the stage, because he sure as heck did everything else; played more guitar than I have ever seen (even in videos), played keys on easily half of the songs (Mark Kelly did ok, but it wasn't like watching Rick Wakeman, that's for damn sure).
Not shy to admit I was standing there (against the wall, about 20 rows back) and during the end of Neverland, I had tears running down my face, only the second time ever in a concert (and I've seen about 400 shows; the other was "Yesterday", by McCartney in 2012).
The new stuff fit seamlessly; it was really good compared to the rest of the set. Really great ending, with "Three Minute Boy" (not my favorite song by a long shot) but H led the crowd in a really neat singalong at the end; it wasn't a loud chant, it was more like a low buzz, and it was neat; something I've never seen before.
I drove four hours in the morning, and four more after the show (getting home at about 3:30 am) and it was all worth it. Really good show. Highlight for me was clearly King, Neverland, and Sugar Mice (which I've never seen live, though H kept sticking the mic into the crowd for the crowd to sing, which I hate hate hate), but all in all great.
Sidebar: I parked literally right next to the bus, and followed Mark to the venue about 6:30 or so, and (politely, I think) stopped and shook his hand (though he was befuddled; I think he thought I was claiming to know him, and I wasn't; I just said "thank you".)