Ok, so in internet terms this is way, way, old (it was announced over two weeks ago), but, from the Pet Shop Boys site:
Take That announced today that Pet Shop Boys are to be very special guests on their Progress Live 2011 Tour.
Pet Shop Boys commented: “We are delighted to accept Take That’s invitation to be part of their Progress show and tour which is undoubtedly going to be one of the most exciting events of 2011. We look forward to every night being a huge celebration of pop music.”
Pet Shop Boys 40-minute set […]
The biggest selling British duo in history. A band who are almost unique in having combined commercial and critical success in the 80s, 90s, 00s, and 10s. A group so internationally successful they can sell out gigs on every continent on the planet (except Antarctica, obviously). A creative outfit so versatile they can co-headline Saturday night at the Glastonbury Festival and premier a ballet at Saddlers Wells within the space of a year. The posh, white Englishmen who are respected in the American hip-hop community for being the first act to take a rap record to No. 1 in the Hot 100. The gay synthpop duo who’ve garnered praise from obsessively heterosexual, overdrive-obsessed, heavy metal fans.
And they are the support act.
For a bunch of no-longer-pretty musical rentboys who started their career dressed in rhinestone-studded bondage gear prick-teasing the clientele of provincial gay nightclubs, and consolidated it as a sexless sexual fantasy for nervy teenage girls who loved hairless man/boy freaks almost as much as they loved chocolate. A ‘band’ who play no instruments, didn’t even sing – allegedly – on their first album, and didn’t write their most memorable songs.
What. The. Fuck.
According to the press release, Jason Orange (the other-other-other one in Take That) murmured this when he heard the news:
They’re so talented; I thought they’d be above it and us.
You said it, sugar. Also: they are.
I presume, like so many other dirty, tawdry things, this must, finally, come down to money; Take That must be offering some extraordinary share of the ticket receipts to make it worth the Pet Shop Boys’ while touring in a support slot for the first time in their career. In which case I’m disappointed with the Boys, but still prepared to let them off the hook – on one condition. Every night of the tour Neil Tenant has to announce “We’d like to dedicate this song to Take That,” before breaking into: