THE EXPERIENCE
Close your eyes.
It’s the early ’80s again.
Some bands take you back in time. Saga made it feel like time hadn’t moved at all.
There are concerts you go to because you remember the music. A song takes you back to a particular summer, a particular car, or maybe a cassette that lived in the console for years. Then every once in a while, you see a band that completely catches you off guard.
Saga did exactly that.
Walking into the show, I knew the songs. Like a lot of Canadians of my generation, Saga was part of the soundtrack of the late ’70s and early ’80s. What I wasn’t prepared for was just how damn good they would sound today.
Michael Sadler walked onto that stage, opened his mouth — and quite frankly, it was remarkable. His voice sounded verbatim like a cassette from the early ’80s. Not an older singer trying to recreate what he once sounded like. The power, the tone, the control and, most impressively, the range were all there.
At times you could close your eyes and swear somebody had pushed PLAY on an old Saga cassette.
