Ash
w/ Dropper
1977 30th Anniversary Tour
San Fran, Wellington
Tuesday 15 September 2026

Ash’s debut, 1977 was was the first album I owned, given to me by my big cousin. She knew about all the cool music I’d never heard of. I listened to until it fell apart – quietly (…or not so quietly) becoming the soundtrack to my teenage years. I often wondered if a girl from Mars would appear at my window someday, and “Oh Yeah” became a roadmap for first love.
This was my fourth time seeing the Downpatrick trio: the first two during the Free All Angels era in 2003 and 2005, then again at San Fran in 2025. I also had the privilege of chatting with bassist Mark Hamilton a few weeks back ahead of the tour. We discussed their 30-year journey, their three-string bass lore, and their affection for Kiwi audiences.
San Fran on Cuba Street is a low-ceilinged room that suits high-volume guitar acts. I’m pretty sure the vibrations caused a pint glass in front of me to fall during “Angel Interceptor”! You get the full punch of the backline while being right beside the band.
Local openers Dropper gave off 2000s nostalgia, reminiscent of UK bands like Hundred Reasons. Big, explosive energy, with the bassist jumping about on stage. The drummer was giving it heaps, knocking over his funny wee roto-toms and a few cymbal stands, like Animal from the Muppets reincarnated. The singer wore a U2 shirt; it felt a bit on the nose, but at the same time it was a choice that made sense. It was a shame the vocal mic cut out during the third song. The band still sounded great, but they lost a bit of oomph when this couldn’t be resolved. They did a stellar job and I look forward to seeing them again.

Ash made their entrance to the fanfare of The A-Team soundtrack over the PA and launched straight into “Lose Control”, sounding heavy, tight, and direct from the start.
Mark Hamilton was clearly in his element, throwing his frame around on stage left with his trademark three-string bass: a setup born from being a broke teenager unable to afford a full set of replacement strings when the thin G-string snapped. It has long since become his signature style.

Before starting “Goldfinger”, Tim Wheeler paused to share a piece of New Zealand tour history dating back to October 1996. On their very first trip to Aotearoa, supporting Garbage at Auckland’s North Shore Events Centre, the arena’s fire alarm went off right as they struck the opening chords of the song. The entire venue was evacuated onto the street, and only after the fire service cleared the building could the band return to restart their set. Wheeler commented on how there seemed to be a lot more people when they started again. “ I think they just let everyone in,” he grinned.
Thankfully, it went off without a hitch tonight, rolling straight into the melodic “Girl from Mars”.
The first set delivered the full sequence of 1977. “Kung Fu” had the room shouting along to the Jackie Chan refrains “oh wah, ah ah ah ah!” while “Oh Yeah” – my personal favourite of the band back catalogue – served as the emotional centrepiece of the album run. Drummer Rick McMurray held the rhythm section in a prolonged groove, letting the crowd carry the chorus unassisted before the full arrangement crashed back in.
In the second half, they shifted into newer territory with cuts from Ad Astra, starting with their version of “Zarathustra” from 2001: A Space Odyssey (leaning right into their enduring sci-fi geek credentials), before launching into the title track and “Fun People” with noticeable enthusiasm. “Fun People” in particular stood out as a highlight: heavy, quirky, upbeat, and channeling a glam-tinged blend of David Bowie and M’s classic synth-pop hit “Pop Muzik”.
While new material inevitably brings a shift in audience familiarity compared with 30-year-old anthems, the trio attacked the songs with complete conviction, bringing their A game and a noticeable lift in the energy of the room.

The band closed out with some crowd favourites, including “Shining Light”, prompting an immediate, full-voice singalong across the floor. They powered through the title song from A Life Less Ordinary, before they capping things off with an explosive rendition of “Burn Baby Burn”.
Earlier legs of this anniversary tour saw Ash filling much larger spaces across the UK, such as Glasgow’s Barrowland Ballroom and London’s Roundhouse. In rooms of that scale, the communal singalong choruses of 1977 would be something to hear. While seeing the band in a space like San Fran gives a great sense of intimacy, I think a tour like this is clearly built for bigger venues, where shared nostalgia for the band can carry the trio along through the album they gifted us 30 years ago.
It was exactly what it said on the tin: an opportunity to hear the band play their debut album, a few hits, and give us a tantalizing taste of their more recent work.

Review by Paddy McCann
Photos by Joseph James
















