Las Vegas Review Journal

Tom JonesA Great Tradition: Sex bomb Tom Jones continues longtime Las Vegas affair with MGM Grand performances. Tom Jones is on the phone while catching some rays by his pool in Beverly Hills, which even in January is exactly where you would expect him to be. Sure, he's 68, but that hasn't stopped him from being Tom Jones. In fact, he has worked his age into the persona. The singer didn't want to make just another album for "24 Hours," his first U.S. release in 15 years. So he made one rich in autobiographical resonance, with both the music and lyrics tying back to his 43 years as a sex bomb. It all started with Bono, explains the singer, who plans to perform as many as six of the new songs in his MGM Grand shows through Jan. 28. The two met in a Dublin nightclub more than two years ago, and Jones said, "I'd love you to write me a song." "(Bono) said, 'OK, but if I'm going to write one, it's going to be about you.' " The two went on to discuss Jones' past, with Bono confessing, "When he was a kid, he saw me on TV and he liked the way I dressed as well as the way I sounded. So all that stuff is in the song." When the two met up again in another club -- this time in London -- Bono sang the rough product of his labors with U2-mate The Edge and writing partner Simon Carmody. The tongue-in-cheek ditty called "Sugar Daddy" captures the Tom Jones swagger by proclaiming "I'm the last great tradition" and boasts, "You don't send a boy to do a man's job." But it also confesses, "the older I get, the better I was."

Jones says he and his manager son, Mark Woodward, have talked about pop singers aging and people saying, "Maybe he shouldn't be doing this anymore."

"But you get a blues singer, and nobody's concerned about his age. ... With blues singers, people seem to enjoy that these men have experienced life. And I think maybe this is what happened with this (album) as well.

"Maybe it's because I've been around a long time, I think these songs are more fitting now."

After Bono went through the lyrics, he pointed out "That information you gave me in Dublin, there's a lot of that in this song."

"I said, 'Well, do I get writer credit?'

"He said, 'No.' He didn't even think about it," Jones recalls with a chuckle.

The singer remembered Bono's approach -- and took corrective action for royalties -- when the original recording sessions stalled out.

The first idea from S-Curve label head Steve Greenberg was to reinvent forgotten or little-known songs. That yielded the opening tune, Tommy James' "I'm Alive," as well as an eyebrow-raising Bruce Springsteen obscurity about a jaded boxer, "The Hitter."

Those covers were fine, but "we didn't have enough of them," the singer says. So Jones sat down with writers to help steer the direction for original tunes, and ended up with writing credits on seven of them.

For instance, he says, writer Lisa Greene asked him, "You've been married a long time. Have you ever done a song about that? How have you kept that going so long?"

And his reply, "No matter where I've been or what I've done, the road always leads back to Linda," his wife of almost 52 years. "The Road" became one of several songs where "I was coming up with ideas, and the songwriters were working on that. They would come up with lyrics, and I would put them into my own words."

Musically, Jones admits the '60s-cool sound of Amy Winehouse's blockbuster "Back to Black" album helped chart a course. He had suggested a retro approach in the past, but says record executives told him, "Oh no, that's old stuff. It won't work again."

"So thank God, when 'Back to Black' came out. I said, 'There you go. It can work.' It's in a new form with new sounds, but the arrangements, the vibrance of it, is definitely '60s."

The first U.K. single, "If He Should Ever Leave You," even samples the horn riff from Jones' 1967 song "I'll Never Let You Go." The singer says he found a great vintage microphone in a Los Angeles studio, which is important because he has been known to blow them out.

In the old days, he says he could hit a high C, "but I've sort of gone from a tenor to a baritone. I've lost about a tone off the top. But I've gained a lot on the bottom," as heard on the album's title track. "My lower register is much fuller than it was when I was in my 20s."

Last March, the keepers of the fan site Tom Jones International made an onstage presentation marking the singer's 40 consecutive years on the Strip. "Now Vegas is looked at as being cool. It was always cool to me," he says.

He misses the legendary entertainers from the old days, but he doesn't miss doing two shows a night. "I can go to a restaurant now rather than have my food between shows in the dressing room." MIKE WEATHERFORD

Philadelphia Inquirer review

Tom JonesFor all the studly showmanship of his 1960s pop-idol persona, Tom Jones has always been a more than credible singer of vintage R&B and rock. (Check out the DVDs of his 1969-71 variety show, where he went toe-to-toe with the likes of Aretha and Little Richard, and his excellent 2004 album, Tom Jones and Jools Holland.) 24 Hours shows both sides of the Welshman. The first half pushes toward Jones' Vegas side, with echoes of his old near-kitsch pop hits. Even here, though, Jones' charm can shine through, and not just on the tasteful "We Got Love." The macho strut of "Sugar Daddy" verges on the ridiculous, except that the 68-year-old Jones seems to be in on the joke ("The older I get, the better I was").

The second half takes on a more autumnal air, with the music turning toward classic soul. And Jones, acting his age, is up to this mature material, highlighted by a spectacular, Stax-like take on Springsteen's "The Hitter."

- Nick Cristiano Tom Jones 24 Hours (S-Curve ***)

Tom Jones At 68: Still Doing His Thing And Singing His Song

TomJonesI love Tom Jones, probably more than any heterosexual male has a right to. Sure, I love his overblown '60s hits, his too-tight pants, his unbuttoned shirts and medallions and the impish grin that's caused countless panties and hotel room keys to be flung onstage wherever he's appeared for the last four decades and change. But what I really love about Tom Jones is his ability, and his willingness, to sing just about any song in any genre. In his '60s and early '70s heyday, he'd do everything from "Cabaret" to "Soul Man" to "Ring Of Fire," often on the same album. In recent years, his repertoire has included Yaz's "Situation," the Stones' "Gimme Shelter," Iggy Pop's "Lust For Life," and Leadbelly's "Black Betty," to name just a few.

And he doesn't just sing these songs, he beats them to a bloody pulp. You see, Tom Jones' voice is not a subtle thing. You want delicate crooning, go elsewhere. But when you're dealing with a set of pipes as powerful as Mr. Jones', why go for subtlety? He barrels over any song in his path with that huge, colossal instrument of his, using his trademark mixture of soulful fervor, showbizzy schmaltz, sexual bravado and operatic hysteria.

Because Tom Jones' tastes are so eclectic and wide-ranging, his records are wildly divergent, hit-and-miss affairs. In this decade, he's recorded a godawful hip-hop-ish album with Wyclef Jean and a nifty swingin' rock and jump blues album with pianist/bandleader Jools Holland. Neither record saw release in the States, even though Jones plays regularly to packed houses in Las Vegas and Atlantic City and remains a huge star in Europe.

In fact, 24 Hours, released last month, is the first Tom Jones album to make it into stores Stateside in almost 15 years. This time around, he's decided to recreate, for the most part, the style of his classic '60s hits, with retro-modern production reminiscent of Mark Ronson's work on Amy Winehouse's records. As usual, the results are inconsistent. But the high points are some of the best music he's made in years, and at age 68, his voice is still, shockingly, the force of nature it was 40 years ago.

The opener, "I'm Alive," is a dynamic, declarative track that shows TJ can still outsing any S.O.B. on the charts, and quite possibly the entire planet. "I'm a man!" he bellows. "And I'm red and yellow and black and tan, I'm a man!" I'm not really sure what that means, but the next line -- "I'm alive! And I'm doin' my thing and singin' my song, I'm alive!" -- I can get behind a hundred percent. While there's nothing else quite as exciting on the album, there are plenty of other killer tunes that wouldn't sound out of place on a late '60s Tom Jones LP.

Entries in the "Really? Tom Jones did that?!" sweepstakes this album include "Sugar Daddy," a song he co-wrote with Bono; the funereal title track, a death row ballad worthy of Johnny Cash; and a cover of Bruce Springsteen's "The Hitter," a first-person tale of a boxer that Jones turns into a 6-minute-and-change soul epic. I think it's pretty hip not only that he's covering a songwriter of Springsteen's caliber, but that he's doing an obscure song from an obscure album (2004's Devils & Dust) -- it's not like he's doing "Born To Run" or "Dancing In The Dark" at the behest of his management for demographics' sake. The man's an artist, dammit.

Sadly, though, the words "Tom Jones" and "artist" are rarely mentioned in the same sentence. Tom's act has long overtaken his artistry in the public consciousness, and a career's worth of great music has been reduced to a few '60s pop hits with the visual accompaniment of swiveling hips and airborne women's underwear. And that's a shame. Do yourself a service by checking out this mighty titan of pop while he still walks the earth. Pick up a copy of 24 Hours and show Tom Jones the respect he so richly deserves. By Tony Sachs Huffington Post

St Petersburg Times Review

TomJonesWhy we care: The High Priest of Panties is 68 now. But if this album is as awesome as I think it is, he's about to have a major career comeback. Borrowing from the retro cool of Amy Winehouse and Duffy, TJ blends '60s horns, hip-hop beats and his indefatigable lounge-lizard holler to make the party record of the year. This is the Welsh Wonder's first U.S. release in 15 years. Why we like it: Produced by the drum-and-bass team of Future Cut (Lily Allen, the Pussycat Dolls), the album ranges from the shimmering Piccadilly vibe of If He Should Ever Leave You to the overt grind of Sugar Daddy, written especially for Jones by none other than Bono and the Edge.

Reminds us of: The album's best cut is a soulful Stax take on Springsteen's boxing ode The Hitter.

Download these: I'm Alive, If He Should Ever Leave You, Sugar Daddy and The Hitter

Grade: A By Sean Daly Tom Jones Album: 24 Hours (S-Curve/EMI) In stores: Now

Tom Jones review from Budapest

Tom JonesFinally the security gave it up, Tom Jones fans ran to the stage to dance.. The evening started in a solid mood as the bigger part of the audience was from the senior age-group, and the youngers were not extreme figures either. Everybody waited for The Voice patiently, sitting on their seats. There were only seats, as the promoter thought the audience who come to a Tom Jones concert, can stay seated during the best dancing-songs. A few minutes after 9 Tom Jones appeared on the stage dressed in black and smiling, as we could always see him in the last years, only his hair became white since the video of Sexbomb.

He started with Sugar Daddy which was written for him by Bono, and after the James Bond song Thunderball and a few new songs came Delilah and a part of the audience sprang to their feet for dancing. The show continued with Mamma Told Me and Burning Down The House and then more and more people felt they couldn’t sit on their seats. During What’s New Pussycat the security guards tried to keep the original sectors but when Tom Jones himself told the audience to dance at the beginning of She’s A Lady, nobody could resist dancing and going to the front of the stage.

And the biggest hits just came after this, the audience danced and screamed, and it really looked like Tom Jones enjoyed the concert very much. His voice was the same as we got used to it, nobody would say that he’s almost 70. Furthermore, he left the stage with such energy that we didn’t wonder if he had gone to a party to dance after the show.

Melinda Serfozo, Nepszabadsag

LA Times feature

TomJonesTRUTH: “I gave them guidance and ideas and they found me, they found a Tom Jones song that fit the real me.” A team of songwriters, including Bono and Springsteen, digs into the man's life in order to craft the man's songs. Tom Jones went into Lillie's Bordello looking for a drink and found a new career as a consulting songwriter. It was about four years ago, and the Welsh singer was in Dublin for an award show when he headed over to Lillie's, the famed Grafton Street club. "I saw Bono and said hello and asked him if he wanted to come upstairs for a drink and a chat. We got to drinking and talking there, and I asked him if he would write me a song. He said, 'What I'd love to do is write a song about you. And I want it to be a Tom Jones song, not a U2 song. Tell me about yourself. I remember what I saw on television, but tell me about before you got into show business . . . . How much of that did you bring with you and how much of you is still back there?' " In the swirl of the club that night, the two stars, one born in 1940 and the other in 1960, talked about fame and rhythm, hard times and melody, and Bono was taking notes about his elder's previous life as a ditch digger and his youthful desire to have the right shirt and the right shoes to cover up the soot of his past as the son of a coal miner.

The conversation eventually led to "Sugar Daddy," a song of coiled funk and randy charm that would fit nicely on a mix tape between James Brown's "Sex Machine" and Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back." "Sugar Daddy" is the centerpiece on Jones' new album, "24 Hours," out today, but more than that, it set the template for the collection.

After finding nothing but frustration in the submissions of young songwriters, Jones decided to sit down with the more promising of the bunch and give them guidance in finding "the real Tom Jones and what he sounds like," as the star himself put it.

"That was the beginning of it, back with Bono, although I didn't know it at the time," said Jones, 68. "That was the start, that was the first one. The first time I talked to somebody about my ideas and they wrote it down. That was the key. I have ideas all the time, but I don't think to write them down. I suppose I should . . . It's been difficult getting good songs, the material I need. I should have put myself into it sooner."

The first single from the album, "If He Should Ever Leave You," has gotten airplay on KCRW-FM (89.9), and the earliest reviews for the album have been upbeat about its strongest moments and generally forgiving of its perceived missteps. All of this is welcome news to Jones, who in recent years had the sense that he was missing in action in the U.S.

"I had an album called 'Reload' that did well in Europe, and it wasn't even released here. It was terrible. I mean, I live in America, this is where I am most of the time, and I do loads of shows here. To have a hit record overseas but not have it out here, it's frustrating. Then I did an album with Wyclef Jean which, again, did well worldwide but was not released here.

"So for this one I signed with a new label, S-Curve, an American company, and we're aiming it here. America first. We're aiming all over the world, but it's very important for me to get a hit here. We haven't had [anything] negative so far, it's all been positive. But you never know until it goes out to the public. That's the test."

This week, Jones will hit "Good Morning America," "Live With Regis & Kelly" and "The Today Show." In December, he'll hit "Tonight Show" and "Jimmy Kimmel Live." Then there are chats with Rachael Ray, Tavis Smiley, a barrage of morning radio shows, all set up by his new publicity teams at S-Curve and also Shore Fire Media, the same New York publicity firm that handles Bruce Springsteen and Elvis Costello.

Jones, clearly, is a man on a mission. He's had plenty of hits -- "It's Not Unusual," "Green Green Grass of Home," "What's New Pussycat?" among others -- but he says he feels an urgency to burnish his legacy.

"I want to be a contender. Just because of my age, I'm in the autumn of my career. That's where I am. I was in the spring when I started. I went through the summer and that was great. And it was a long summer. A great summer. Now, well, maybe I'm getting serious, thinking more. I feel like I have to do something now. I want to do as much as possible before I can't do it anymore. I want to do it while my voice is still with me."

Jones has an intriguing spot in pop culture. There is no denying his powerful vocal instrument, but his choice of material often has been suspect. This is the fellow who recorded "The Young New Mexican Puppeteer" about an Albuquerque boy who carved wood into the shape of Mark Twain and Jesus Christ. Also, his sex panther stage reputation can veer close to lounge lizard territory.

Still, younger artists such as Tori Amos, Portishead and Trevor Horn have, like Bono and Jean, collaborated with him after listening without prejudice. It helps too that Jones has a sly wink in the spotlight, goofing on himself on "The Simpsons," "The Emperor's New Groove" and Tim Burton's "Mars Attacks!"

Two years ago, Jones went into the studio with a stack of material collected for him and high hopes. But the tunes, all by songwriters half his age, fell flat because they seemed to be writing for a Jones caricature, the oversexed Vegas Lothario singing novelty songs. There was also an attempt to duplicate the sort of success Jones and the Art of Noise had with a revamped version of "Kiss," the syncopated Prince song.

The producers thought that Jones could work some magic with the Arctic Monkeys hit "Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor." Jones gamely gave it a go and performed it at the Concert for Diana in 2007, honoring the late Princess of Wales. "I got slated for it," Jones moaned. "That was that."

Jones was "grinding the gears," as one member of his management teams says, so he retreated to the road, going on tour in South America. From those original sessions, only two songs made it onto the new album, most notably "The Hitter," a gripping Springsteen song about a fighter.

The production team of Steve Greenberg, Michael Mangini and Betty Wright (the trio behind the first two Joss Stone albums; Greenberg is also chief executive of S-Curve) had Jones take "The Hitter" from its acoustic origins into a soulful setting that sounds like Wilson Pickett channeling "On the Waterfront."

So Jones had a song by Bono and Bruce, the hard part was the rest of the album.

"We tried again and the first writer came in with a song called 'T-Shirt.' I said, 'What is that?' She said, 'You look good in a T-shirt, I can't wait for you to take it off.' I said, 'I don't think so.' Then she said, 'Well, let's talk about you, then. You've been married a long time. How do you manage that?' I told her that my wife and I, well, look, we've been married a long time, about 50 years, and there's always been a lot of ups and downs, but the road always leads to her. I said it and she wrote it down. That became the song 'The Road.' Just like with Bono, I gave them guidance and ideas and they found me, they found a Tom Jones song that fit the real me."

The music-as-memoir approach continued. Jones has co-writing credits on more than half of the album. For the second go-round, Jones primarily worked with producer duo Future Cut (Lily Allen, Kate Nash and Estelle), which plucked ideas from the singer's old Decca records. Snippets of brass from the track "I'll Never Let You Go" they liked enough to re-record and weave into "If He Should Ever Leave You."

In the studio, Jones sang into a vintage microphone and, with arrangements of baritone sax and plenty of room, the resulting songs have an Amy Winehouse-style return to vinyl-era soul for the digital era. At least Jones hopes so.

"We're keeping next year pretty open to see what happens with this CD. The size of venues are determined by how good the record does. The fans need to hear it on the radio; it's a reminder that sparks them to come to show. They see you on TV for the first time in a long time and then the crowds come. If it's what we hope it will be, then there will be bigger venues. A European tour . . . all of it. We hope. And I can't wait to play these new songs for the crowds. It's like I always say: If they're quiet at the beginning, they won't be quiet at the end. Not when I'm done with them."

Boucher is a Times staff writer.

By Geoff Boucher November 25, 2008

24 Hours review: The Beat Patrol

What goes around comes around... For the last twenty years the boyo from Pontypridd has been working with and covering the work of young bucks like EMF, The Art Of Noise, Prince, Catatonia, The Stereophonics, Robbie Williams etc etc, in a constant quest to re-tool his ’sex bomb’ image for the 21st century. While an undoubtedly iconic white soul merchant, Tom’s past crimes against taste in embracing the Vegas lifestyle and treading a line between easy and full-on rock ‘n’ roll meant his sweaty entreatments would always have the faint air of parody: the dirty old uncle at the wedding, attempting to get on down with the kids. But now at the age of 68, Sir Thomas Jones Woodward, releases an album that utilises the zeitgeist production skills of L.A’s Future Cut to make him sound like, well…how he sounded back in the mid 60s. Yes, now that Ronson, Winehouse and Duffy have put ersatz soul back on the map, it seems that the hippest thing Tom can now do is sound like himself. For this reason alone 24 Hours is a winner. Another reason the album succeeds is that, despite a few covers, the majority of the material on offer is co-written by Jones himself. While most of it never really breaks out of the kind of lounge soul that made him a star of the Saturday night variety all those years ago, the subject matter is a surprise. Family, friends and past mistakes are all addressed here. “Seasons,” a convincing southern soul simmerer looks back over a career filled with many wrong turns. But the key text here is “The Road,” a blue-eyed schmaltzer that pays tribute and apologises to Linda, his long-suffering wife of over 50 years. “I know I caused you pain/Left you shattered on the ground”. It’s the heartfelt sound of an ex-philanderer paying his dues at last, and it convinces. Later on “Never” he again re-affirms his love for her. Bless him.

In the cover versions corner he plays it fairly safe. Tommy James’ “I’m Alive” is the kind of material he would have belted out in the clubs in ‘65, whereas Springsteen’s “The Hitter” is gritty enough to resist any messing other than turning it into an Otis-lite ballad. The only big mistake is “Sugar Daddy.” Written by Bono and The Edge, it portrays Tom as the worst kind of lecherous old geezer: bumping and grinding in a style most unbecoming of his age.

In the end, the Voice from the Valleys still rings true. At this age (and with a sizeable fortune to fall back on) there’s no reason why Jones should even get out of bed. To turn in an album this hungry at this age speaks volumes about his desire to prove that he’s still got it. And he has.

Chris Jones

24 Hours' marks new day for Tom Jones

TomJonesTom Jones has released the new album "24 Hours" after a 15-year hiatus. There's a cliché sound for oldster comeback records these days, courtesy of star producer Rick Rubin. When the producer began his high-profile mission to clear away the cobwebs from some of his favorite older stars — including Johnny Cash, Donovan and Neil Diamond — he didn't so much revive their music as distill it. Rubin's recordings for those icons were equal parts collaborations and comebacks, all honoring his own mandate to keep everything stripped, raw and pure. Producer Jack White used a less severe version of this same strategy on his comeback CD with Loretta Lynn, as did Joe Henry on his hard, bluesy revival album for Bettye LaVette. Tom Jones' first CD of new material in 15 years, "24 Hours," stands in direct opposition to all those works. As maximal as Rubin's CDs are minimal, Jones' album doesn’t aim to refigure an iconic star's signature sound but rather to re-scale its most daring peaks.

The hit Brit duo Future Cut oversaw the project, and while they're best-known for working with bratty artists like Kate Nash and Lily Allen, the flagrantly retro sound they concocted here comes closer to what Mark Ronson did with Amy Winehouse. "24 Hours" boasts the same brash and busy style that first made Tom Jones a household name back in 1965. It's a blowsy, horny, ecstatic blowout, boring deep into Jones’ seemingly contradictory, signature style: lounge-soul.

Romantics and sticklers tend to cast soul as the enemy of lounge's artifice. But soul stars had their own theatricality, and British singers like Jones (as well as Lulu and Petula Clark) showed how the gripping drama and high melodies of lounge could offer an exciting shading to soul's grit. The songs on "24 Hours" have the sort of broad, quasi-campy melodies that fired Jones' career in hits like "It’s Not Unusual" and "Delilah."

New cuts like "If He Should Ever Leave You" or "Give a Little Love" sound like they were penned in the ’60s (a supreme compliment), though they actually represent the first works written by the 68-year-old Jones (along with a host of able conspirators, you should know).

Jones' star power even earned him a new composition from Bono and The Edge: "Sugar Daddy," which winkingly plays with Jones' randy character.

The CD's first two-thirds keep the pace wild and the style mid-century mod. The last third goes for "deeper" ballads, including a cover of Springsteen's "The Hitter." Though these wistful and battered songs aim to play off Jones' age, they don’t have the credibility, or power, of his breezier pieces. Only the lighter ones make ideal use of his barrel-chested power, his operatic reach. Sincerity and intimacy may count for a lot with many elder stars.

But for Jones, it's the youth of the music — the density and vigor — that really makes it sing. By Jim Farber NY Daily News

The Scotsman Review

Tom JonesTHANKS to the commercial and especially creative success of Johnny Cash's final recording sessions with Rick Rubin, veteran artists no longer need be confined to trotting out all the 30 or 40-year-old hits or releasing insipid covers of "standards" in the twilight of their careers. Instead, they have been given permission to experiment and explore – not necessarily in order to make a self-consciously hip record to appeal to "the kids" but to play to their strengths and make a credible contribution to their back catalogue. Despite some resistance from a fanbase that just wants to bellow along to Sweet Caroline, Neil Diamond has produced two albums of confessional integrity in recent years, while, in the UK, Tony Christie has just released a dignified collection of urban melancholia which could not be further from the cheap cabaret of Amarillo.

Tom Jones has no particular need for any such career resurrection. He has done his fair share of collaborating with the young singers of the day in the last decade and is as popular an entertainer as he has ever been. He could happily continue in this semi-parodic vein until his leathery skin cracks for good or he is suffocated under a canopy of ladies' undergarments.

But it has not escaped his notice that a bunch of young upstarts – namely, Amy Winehouse, Mark Ronson, Duffy and The Last Shadow Puppets – have taken to playing him at his own game, releasing albums which pastiche the big string- and brass-soaked soul productions of the 1960s. The time is clearly right for Jones to reclaim his musical roots.

24 Hours is deemed to be such an effective rebirth that it is his first album release in the US in 15 years. With Lily Allen's production team Future Cut at the helm, Jones has returned to songwriting. The results are not quite as soul-baring as promised on the tin but at least he doesn't sound like he is trying so hard this time around.

His opening cover of Tommy James and the Shondells' I'm Alive is delivered with full-blooded relish. The panoramic backing of horns, strings and garagey guitar is a retooled, though self-conscious throwback to his virile 1960s recordings – you know, the ones accompanied by his, ahem, thrusting dance moves.

The single If He Should Ever Leave You is a more organic revisiting of this style, featuring a stronger tune, a slightly patronising lyric from the "little girl, I can protect you" school which often prevailed in the Sixties, and nice attention to detail, such as the sighing backdraft of strings at the end.

Jones interprets the romantic escapism of We Got Love with a softer, lighter and consequently more youthful-sounding vocal and also plays it nice and easy with the northern soul groove of Feels Like Music, but is back with the apoplectic holler on Give A Little Love, played out like a battle between his larynx and the perky horns.

One suspects, however, that Jones is most proud of the ballads. He shows some rare vulnerability on The Road, a melancholy Bacharach-style confessional directed at his long-suffering wife. Seasons is his big, made-it- through-the-rain soul ballad, though he overcooks it a little, and it's really not as good a song as its creator thinks it is. The demonstrative melodrama of Never ("never gonna give you up, running through my blood") is more suited to Jones' overwrought style.

He comes unstuck on the title track, intoning solemnly as the voice of a death row prisoner staring mortality in the face. Unfortunately, he has forgotten to include a tune, so all that gravity is wasted.

The Hitter carries the whiff of a vanity cover. Jones makes the mistake of being a tad portentous in his interpretation of Bruce Springsteen's tale of a broken boxer, but it is hard to grudge him his enjoyment of the interpretation, which is pure Otis Redding pastiche.

Fans of the cheesier Jones will enjoy the loungey bossa nova of In Style And Rhythm – "so when you check someone out… don't concentrate on the lips, just keep your eyes on the hips, and if there's plenty of swing, and sure enough there is zing, you gotta do it in style and rhythm" he instructs with alacrity.

While it is actually quite sweet that an old lothario hasn't forgotten how to party, Jones does let his quality control slide unforgivably at one point.

Sugar Daddy, co-written with Bono and The Edge after a night of carousing in the pub, is an embarrassing misfire in the cold light of morning, being nothing more than a leering parody of Jones' tired image as medallion-wearing seducer. If the cringeworthy line "holy schmoly… you don't send a boy to do a man's job" doesn't undo the good work put in elsewhere on 24 Hours, it is only because the well-loved Jones has little to lose at this stage in his career. Whether he has made any great gains with 24 Hours is another matter. By Fiona Shepherd 24 HOURS *** The Scotsman

Wales Online Review

TomJonesTom Jones is back in the spotlight with the release of his latest album, which includes a track to his wife Linda. HE may have enjoyed a long and successful career thanks to his incredible voice, but Tom Jones is not renowned for singing about issues close to his heart. Until now. On Monday, the 68-year-old superstar will release his latest album – 24 Hours – and the songs will offer a real glimpse at his innermost thoughts. And while Linda, his wife of more than 50 years, may prefer to stay in the shadows, Jones acknowledges his love for her in the track The Road. “It’s all very well just singing songs, but for this record I really wanted to get properly personal,” says Pontypridd-born Jones.

“I’ve been getting reflective recently, looking over my journey through life, and I wanted to get that down on song.

“This time I wanted to make something that was all about me, my stories, my life. In other words, you listen to this album and you get the real me.”

24 Hours was recorded in Los Angeles throughout last year, and was produced in the main by Future Cut, the drum ‘n’ bass outfit who have previously worked with Lily Allen, Dizzee Rascal, Estelle and Kate Nash.

Jones says of the album: “I’m just opening up shop again. Let’s see who comes in through the door.”

1 I’m Alive

We didn’t really need any proof that Jones is still alive and kicking and keen to take on musicians young enough to be his grandsons, but as he screams the album’s opening two words “I’m alive...” in that distinctive Jones voice, it’s certainly proof that he’s back. This energy-packed cover of the Tommy James and the Shondells classic, I’m Alive, is the perfect album opener and will have you jigging along.

2 If He Should Ever Leave You

The pace slows a little for this soul-tinged number on which Jones sings how a man would be such a fool to leave his loved one. This is the first single taken from the album. A catchy tune with great background harmonies.

3 We Got Love

With a similar beat – and another little ode to love – this track easily flows on from the last one.

4 Feels Like Music

The heat – and the beat – is turned up as Jones gets back to the kind of rock numbers we love him for: catchy chorus, drum beats and plenty of high notes – and a few groans.

5 Give A Little Love

This is a great little pop number which will have you dancing around the living room. The female backing singers are a nice addition.

6 The Road

The track we have all been waiting for in which he pays tribute to his dedicated wife Linda. The impassioned ballad is about a man’s true love. And with his voice cracking as he sings, “The road always returns to you, my love it still belongs to you” you can feel his emotion behind it.

7 In Style And Rhythm

You can imagine sitting in a cool LA bar sipping cocktails as this track plays. There’s some great piano and sax playing on this laid back number, which lives up to its title due to its cool Latin beats.

8 Sugar Daddy

While the last track is one of my favourites, I’m not a fan of this number. In fact, Jones sounds rather sleazy as he sings: “Daddy always gives you what is good for you.” No thanks.

9 Seasons

This is more like it. Another ballad in which Jones confronts his past with an unflinching eye. “There’s a reason for passing time,” he sings. “These are the seasons of my life.” More stripped down musically so that it really showcases his voice.

10 Never

This could be another ode to Linda as he sings: “You’ve been with me through it all. Never, never, never, never, gonna give you up running through my blood.”

11 The Hitter

This is Jones’ version of Bruce Springsteen’s The Hitter, the sad tale of a boxer on his way out. He really portrays the whole drama of the piece through his remarkable voice.

12 Seen That Face

Another ballad, with some great little musical interludes between Jones’ vocals.

13 24 Hours

The title track is another slow number but with a great drum beat running throughout. It’s about a man reflecting back on his life – the perfect choice to close this album.

24 Hours is released on Monday Karen Price listens to 24 Hours track by track Wales Online

A hipster from way back, with a wink and a thrust

Tom JonesBack when I first saw the little Welsh Napoleon of Love in person, 30 years ago at the Arena, the word was plural: hips. That show was as much about his skintight black slacks — including tasteless jokes about his backside — as it was about his sturdy pop hits. Even though he was backed by a crack 28-piece orchestra and Elvis Presley's legendary backup singers, the Blossoms, music took a back seat, as it were. Ladies threw lingerie onto the stage. He smelled some of the panties and kissed some of the bras, keeping the lascivious level high. The sex stuff got more audience reaction than the music.

Back then, I didn't get the joke. Now, I think it's a hoot — although the size of the undergarments seems to have grown larger. "I think I know this one," Jones quipped as he caught and sniffed a pair of pink panties the last time I saw him, in 2004 at McCaw Hall.

That performance showed that the lovable old goat continues to be what he has always been: hip.

That became clear when he sang "Tom Jones International," a celebration of his fabulous career, written by one of the many hip young musicians who adore him, Wyclef Jean. He did several other songs he wrote and/or recorded with the former Fugees legend, including the lively "Whatever It Takes."

Jones' collaboration with Jean was in keeping with his longtime practice of aligning himself with younger musicians, either by recording their songs (like Prince's "Kiss" in 1987 and EMF's "Unbelievable" in 1992, both hits for him), or recording with young bands, like Art of Noise, New Model Army, Stereophonics and the Cardigans.

He sang his familiar hits at the McCaw show — "What's New Pussycat?," "Delilah," "She's A Lady" "It's Not Unusual" (the song that made him a star in 1965) — and a variety of covers, including Talking Heads' "Burning Down the House," Bob Seger's "We've Got Tonight" and Randy Newman's "You Can Leave Your Hat On" (which he sang on "The Full Monty" soundtrack).

His instantly recognizable, soaring voice was as powerful as ever. And there were plenty of pelvic thrusts, suggestive winks and thrown kisses. He seemed much younger than his years. Hopefully, he still does (Jones turns 68 next week).

"I won't stop 'til I retire," goes a lyric in one of his most bombastic songs, "Sex Bomb." And why should he quit? He's still hip. Just ask Wyclef Jean.

By Patrick MacDonald Seattle Times music critic Our word for today: hip. Our subject: Tom Jones.

New York Times: A Hip Shaker in His Prime, Among Hip Friends

Tom JonesPART Anthony Newley but even more Otis Redding, the Welsh singer Tom Jones was a musical shape-shifter long before “American Idol” turned versatility into karaoke posturing. With a voice as husky as it was pretty, Mr. Jones at the peak of his popularity in the late 1960s could slide from soulful rasp to pop croon with a credibility today’s would-be Idols could barely imagine. Stevie Wonder with Tom Jones on an episode of the 1969-71 variety show “This Is Tom Jones.” If there’s another singer who could credibly share a stage with the likes of Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash, Tony Bennett and Stevie Wonder — and come through with dignity intact, as Mr. Jones did more often than not in his 1969-71 television variety show — please contact Simon Cowell ASAP.

With episodes (actually partial episodes, even better) now available in several DVD sets, “This Is Tom Jones” unearths some vintage pop nuggets that, if not as history-making as Elvis on “The Ed Sullivan Show,” at least recall a time when popular music was an infinitely more unruly contest than it’s become in the 21st century. Proof? Take a look at Joe Cocker, in his snarling, disturbing, full-on spastic mode, then watch June Carter Cash, looking and sounding so authentically country that she makes a joke of Reese Witherspoon’s perky portrayal in “Walk the Line.”

Divided into two three-disc volumes, “Rock ’n’ Roll Legends” and the more mainstream “Legendary Performers” (a single-disc Christmas-theme volume is hardly worth mentioning), the episodes have their share of dated production numbers and kitschy mod fashions. (Check out the skin-tight sky-blue spacesuit Mr. Jones wears while singing “Fly Me to the Moon.”) But music, straight up, is the draw here.

In the solo miniconcerts that end each episode, Mr. Jones, whose popularity among the casino crowd holds strong today, occasionally reduces his mostly female, mostly old-enough-to-know-better audiences to near Beatles-at-Shea hysterics. His sexed-up, hip-shaking performances of his hits (“It’s Not Unusual,” “Delilah,” “What’s New, Pussycat?”) remain vital, Watusi moves notwithstanding.

But it’s the duets that steal the shows, whether comfortable (Mr. Jones with the ever-relaxed Mr. Bennett), compatible (an enraptured Mr. Jones with his idol Jerry Lee Lewis) or downright odd (that would be the sublimely weird Mr. Cocker, sharing “Delta Lady” with the host). Ms. Joplin gives the most joyous televised performance of her short career (she would be dead within a year), shouting and strutting with Mr. Jones on the soul classic “Raise Your Hand.”

Each guest also performs without the host, with the brash rockers generally outdoing the more traditional popsters of the “Legendary Performers” set. The Who, even in a black-and-white kinescope (the only available version of the episode, a shame given the fine color prints of the others), are all adolescent vigor and vinegar slamming through “Pinball Wizard,” while a radiant Aretha Franklin, soaring on “I Say a Little Prayer,” and Stevie Wonder, on the threshold of his most innovative work, can break your heart with the depth of their young genius. By comparison a hippiefied Bobby Darin, tame Diahann Carroll and pre-”Cabaret” Liza Minnelli, all on the “Legendary Performers” set, come up short.

Speaking of short, the running time on these discs is too often inexcusably skimpy, particularly on “Legendary Performers.” The original hourlong (including commercials) episodes are whittled down to an average of 30 minutes or so. Fine, since few will miss Minnie Pearl’s routine from the Cash episode, and fewer still would clamor for more comedy from the Ace Trucking Company (a baby-faced Fred Willard and Bill Saluga, that guy who did the “You can call me Ray” bit notwithstanding). But some of these discs contain barely an hour’s worth of material, and extras are few and far between.

At least Mr. Jones, tanned and fit nearly 40 years on, provides new introductions to the “Rock ’n’ Roll Legends” episodes. (Who doesn’t have time for another “Keith Moon nearly fell off the stage” story?) But he’s absent from the “Legendary Performances” discs. If Johnny, June and Jerry Lee don’t merit some backstage gossip, who does? By GREG EVANS Published: April 13, 2008

Crooner turns on wayback machine

Tom JonesSometimes a concert isn't just a show. It's a time machine, transporting you back to when life was less complicated, adulthood and its concerns were a distant spot on the horizon, and you could feel so happy it seemed like the sensation would never end. For about 90 minutes Thursday night, Tom Jones took the crowd at Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall expertly by the hand. He flirted. He teased. And he reminded them how it felt the first time they saw the Welsh sex bomb swivel his hips and lustily belt out "It's Not Unusual."

There were a few men in the audience, but it was mainly a sea of women -- some young, most older, with their own reasons for turning out to see the veteran showman, who turns 68 on June 7.

Gayla Johnson, 61, has been a fan since the late '60s. "This is my fifth concert of his," the Vancouver resident said. "But I haven't been to one of his shows for 30 years."

As Johnson was talking, another woman leaned forward to say that her late mother liked Jones so much she carried a picture of the singer in her wallet: "She was a quiet, devout woman, mother of eight -- but she loved Tom Jones."

A silver-haired woman, overhearing the conversation, volunteered that she wasn't planning on tossing her underwear toward the stage. "I don't want to hurt him," she said, laughing. "He's older, and I'm bigger."

Then the lights went down, rumbling noises came up, and it was time to give a warm welcome to the one and only Sir! Tom! Jones!

Lights came up, and Jones appeared, tanned, brown hair completely free of gray, Van Dyke-style beard neatly trimmed, sporting a tomato-red blazer over black shirt and black pants. At the shirt's open collar, he wore a silvery, sparkly bit of bling. Wasting no time, Sir Tom burst into song, asking the crowd to "Raise Your Hand."

Women waved arms in the air. Some rushed to the front of the stage to dance. Jones smiled and sang in a voice as strong as his heyday, while behind him, his tight band played and three back-up singers chimed in.

As he proved weekly on his 1969-71 variety show, "This Is Tom Jones," he may not be the most subtle singer in the world, but Jones can perform any kind of music with utter conviction. He started a party with "Help Yourself"; drew squeals with the melodramatic "Delilah"; and painted a yearning picture of the old home town and cherry-lipped Mary in the "Green, Green Grass of Home."

Jones clearly knows his audience, people who are likely less patient with standard time-wasting concert folderol than a younger crowd would be. The show started on time, there was no tedious opening act, no intermission -- just Jones singing everything from the George Jones classic "He Stopped Loving Her Today" to blues to standards to his playful cover of Prince's "Kiss" as an encore.

With a minimum of Vegas-style glitz and just enough banter -- when Jones slipped into his low tones, feline growl and description of himself as "two-hundred pounds of heavenly joy" -- he sent tingles down the backs of the faithful. He raised pulses with a swaggering version of "You Can Leave Your Hat On," purring, "You can take off your dress," as the crowd at the foot of the stage threw red, black and white underwear aloft.

After one encore, Jones -- black shirt glistening with sweat -- took his leave. Rows of women stood, applauding. For a moment, the realities of marriage, divorce, deaths of parents, raising of children and everyday stress fell away. In the dimness, just before the lights came on, their faces looked as full of youthful life as when they were girls, sitting in front of the TV, watching their favorite star, dreaming of the future to come.

KRISTI TURNQUIST The Oregonian Staff - Arlene Schnitzer Review

ReviewJournal.com - Las Vegas Milestone

Tom JonesForty years ago, the women of Las Vegas were captured by a hot new name on the Strip. Well, almost new. In one of the more bizarre coincidences of Las Vegas show business history, the Desert Inn lounge already hosted a topless spoof of the "Tom Jones" movie with Albert Finney that still was popular in 1968. "The movie was so big that (people) thought I was going to act in a play," the Tom Jones more familiar to Las Vegas once recalled. And Flamingo Las Vegas executives hedged their bet for his March 21 debut by co-billing the Welsh singer with "America's Favorite Mother-in-Law," Kaye Ballard.

But that was before his TV show hit big in the United States. "They thought I was a pop singer, trying to be a nightclub entertainer," Jones noted.

He has done a pretty good job of both along the way. If Jones opens an MGM Grand stint as scheduled today, it will mark 40 consecutive years on the Strip, to the best recollection of local experts who run an unofficial fan Web site, Tom Jones International.

Don't be surprised to see the occasion marked at today's show, though the Web site managers wanted to retain the element of surprise in terms of specifics.

Over the years, the 67-year-old Jones recorded two live albums on the Strip, inspired Elvis Presley to reinvent himself as a showroom act and defended the city from flying saucers in "Mars Attacks!" MIKE WEATHERFORD: Tom Jones to mark milestone

Tom Jones shows off his not unusual style

Tom JonesThe North Charleston Performing Arts Center was transformed into a Las Vegas ballroom Friday night as legendary vocalist Tom Jones worked his unique brand of musical magic on a crowd of about 1,400. It had been more than two years since the Welsh-born singer last stood on a Lowcountry stage, but if the squeals of delight from the women in the crowd were any indication, Jones' popularity has not diminished a bit.

Wearing a black suit and sporting a goatee, Jones appeared to be in exceptional physical shape for a man who will turn 68 in June. Not surprising, Jones' voice was as strong as ever.

Opening with "Raise Your Hand," Jones vamped his way from one side of the stage to the other, flashing his famous million-dollar smile and flirting with the first few rows. After a high-energy rendition of "Help Yourself," a song prominently featured in a recent diet soda TV ad, Jones surprised many by belting out a decent version of George Jones' "He Stopped Loving Her Today" before diving back into the more familiar hit "Delilah."

Covers of Howlin' Wolf's "200 Pounds of Joy," Jerry Lee Lewis' "End of the Road" and Van Morrison's "Cry for Home" were crowd-pleasers, as were songs made famous by Jones, such as "She's a Lady," "Green, Green Grass of Home" and "What's New Pussycat?"

Jones' band, which featured an incredible four-piece horn section, helped the singer keep the energy level high throughout the performance.

The show wasn't half over before women's undergarments began flying toward the stage. No one really knows how the tradition of throwing underwear at the singer was started, but apparently a Tom Jones show without a stage littered with panties is like a Jimmy Buffett concert with no nautical references. At one point between songs, Jones even held up a particularly large pair of knickers, asking who had tossed them on the stage.

After ending his set with the one-two punch of "Sex Bomb" and "It's Not Unusual," Jones, who by then had shed his jacket to show off a sweat-drenched sequined shirt and a large gold chain, returned for an encore that included "I Like the Way You Move" and his famous cover of Prince's "Kiss."

Jones, who by one BBC report is worth more than $300 million, certainly doesn't need to tour to keep food on the table; yet he still keeps an impressive touring schedule each year. The guy obviously loves the spotlight, and on Friday night the Lowcountry showed Jones a little love in return. By Devin Grant Special to The Post and Courier Saturday, March 8, 2008

Meyerson Review

Tom JonesDid you notice that cloud of steam rising from downtown Monday evening? That would have been the heat wave stirred up by Tom Jones, who proved once and for all at the Morton H. Meyerson Symphony Center that "bringing sexy back" is for the youngsters: He never lost it, thanks very much. The pants might not be quite as tight as they were during his '60s and '70s heyday – Mr. Jones spent most of the evening demurely clad in a simple black suit, with just a hint of a sparkly shirt and silver chains peeking out. And a mere two pairs of ladies' ... erm, undergarments ... were tossed onto the stage.

But Mr. Jones' blistering Welsh baritone is still strong, and when he brought the suggestive moves late in the concert, the sold-out audience of nearly 2,100 came to its feet and matched him hip-swivel for hip-swivel.

His ultrasultry version of "You Can Leave Your Hat On" – yeah, I know it's hard to do that song and not sound sexy, but trust me, he took it to a new level – which he recorded for the movie The Full Monty, brought wails and sighs from the women in the audience.

There's a line in Chicago that pretty much sums up the feeling Monday, when Roxy says, "I love the audience, and they love me, and I love them for lovin' me, and we all looooove each other." Love was definitely in the Meyerson house.

Humor, too: At 67, Mr. Jones is smart enough to take himself lightly, and it showed in every impish grin and gesture. When he sang "What's New Pussycat?" his expressions let on that he knows quite well how silly the song is, but he had fun with it anyway, and hence, so did we.

Fun was the order of the night, really, starting with the psychedelic light show during the opening "Raise Your Hand," and continuing with the dare-you-not-to-chair-dance "Help Yourself." A little later, during "Delilah," daisy lights moved up and down the Meyerson walls, giving it a groovy hippie vibe that was a bit like the set from Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In.

Mr. Jones turned serious, and a little bit country, for a mournful, wrenching rendition of George Jones' "He Stopped Loving Her Today," and his slow, bluesy take on Frank Sinatra's "Here's That Rainy Day" actually showed off his voice better than the upbeat pop numbers for which he's best known.

He didn't disappoint with those, either: "Grandma's Hands," "The Green, Green Grass of Home" and, of course, "She's a Lady" and "It's Not Unusual" all got their due.

When he whipped off his jacket at the beginning of "You Can Leave Your Hat On," the women screamed; finally, some clothes were coming off. But, this being the Meyerson and all, that was the extent of Mr. Jones' immodesty (except for one extremely brief flash of tummy).

It's not about the clothes, after all; it's about the attitude. Tom Jones brings that in abundance. MUSIC REVIEW: Tom Jones jokes, gyrates his way into hearts at the Meyerson 12:00 AM CST on Tuesday, February 19, 2008

By JOY TIPPING / The Dallas Morning News

El Paso review

Booming baritone Tom Jones cuts loose at PlazaBy Diana Washington Valdez / El Paso Times

Tom Jones swaggered with the best of them Tuesday night at the Plaza Theatre, moving provocatively at times on the stage, and finally letting loose when he peeled off his jacket.

"Help Yourself," the second song he performed, was familiar. Then, as he promised, he went on to sing newer and older favorites.

His audience included people of all ages, and especially adoring women who cheered at his every mischievous gesture.

And yes, besides the requisite gifts of flowers, at least one woman managed to toss a pair of underwear onto the stage.

TJLIVE4 copyJones, filling the place with the rich, booming baritone voice he's famous for, belted out hit after hit from his vast repertoire of music. He was supported by an 11-member band of musicians and backup singers. The audience yelled with appreciation when he sang "She's a Lady," "Delilah," "Black Magic," "Fly Me to the Moon," "SexBomb" and "What's New Pussycat?" "The show was spectacular," said Penny Andersen, a lawyer and longtime Jones fan.

"This was my first time seeing him in person. I think my favorite song of his is 'She's a Lady.' "

The Jones concert had sold out when Andersen tried to buy a ticket, but because of the heavy demand, the Plaza was able to make more seats available.

Besides his raw and passionate delivery, Jones is noted for his ability to sing with soul.

Evidence of that are songs such as "Green, Green Grass of Home," "I'll Never Fall in Love Again" and "I Like the Way You Move,"

Joy Riley, 87, kept an earlier vow to get to the concert. She saw Jones the first and only other time he performed in El Paso, decades ago.

"I really enjoyed the show. He was wonderful," said Riley, a former secretary to four University of Texas at El Paso presidents.

During Tuesday night's show, Riley wore a silver-colored jacket and approached the stage as near the entertainer as the ushers would allow.

She was pleased when he came onstage for an encore after closing with his first hit, "It's Not Unusual."

How best to describe the Tom Jones concert? Mix Frank Sinatra, James Brown and Julio Iglesias together, then add a bolt of lightning, and you have it.

DVD Review

Tom JonesI totally expected this DVD collection from Tom Jones’ TV variety series to be completely lame ... boy, was I wrong! Yes, the collection has its hokey moments and it’s pretty hilarious to watch the little old ladies soiling themselves every time Tom gyrates, but the show is pure genius. Tom’s booking agent for the show must be commended. Besides all the great music, the shows are filled with comedy legends Richard Pryor, Bob Hope, Peter Sellers, Pat Paulson and comedy troops The Ace Trucking Company (with Fred Willard) and The Committee (with Howard Hesseman). But for me, it was the musical guests who took the show to a whole new level. The Who and the Moody Blues shine with solid performances. Tom’s duets with Aretha Franklin, Janis Joplin, Stevie Wonder, Little Richard and Joe Cocker are stellar. He not only displays great musical taste, he has the chops to back them up. I swear John Belushi swiped his Joe Cocker bit from Joe’s performance on the show. I loved how Tom always ended his show rocking out in front of a crowd of screaming women. I’m sure those same women will be screaming in ecstasy at the sight of the DVD, reliving their memories of Tom shaking his hips on the telly some 30 years prior. | RDWThis Is Tom Jones Time Life (DVD)

By Willy Wilson Dec 4, 2007, 09:31

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Tom Jones Christmas

It’s a Hot Holiday. Christmas had special meaning for Tom Jones, 28-year-old Welsh superstar and host of his own weekly variety show This Is Tom Jones, and the 1969 and 1970 holiday programs compiled on this DVD reflect his love for this festive season. As usual, Tom throws a terrific party that’s brassy, classy and warmly nostalgic. It’s a great time for all. Jazz diva Ella Fitzgerald cooks with the Count Basie chestnut Good Morning Blues before she and Tom share the stage. Viewers will experience a lovely Chelsea Morning courtesy of Judy Collins, and ballet at its finest when the legendary Rudolf Nureyev and Merle Park perform the Pas de Deux from Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker Suite. In his poignant reading of A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas, Tom goes home for the holidays as the Treorchy Male Choir provides a backdrop of seasonal favorites.

And after grabbing the microphone for his mini concert, Tom quickly moves from warm and fuzzy to hot and sexy.

Onsale October 30, 2007 Online: http://www.wea.com Running Time: 82 minutes

Pechanga concert review

Tom JonesBack in 1968, when Tom Jones began a series of shows at the Copacabana in New York, crazed female fans started throwing their undergarments on stage. Nearly 40 years later, the embarrassing tradition continues, as evidenced throughout a packed gig at Pechanga on Friday night. Backed by a proficient 11-piece band (including horn section), the Welshman - now 67 - was in robust vocal form and played up his sex appeal at every turn. This decade has seen a career resurgence for Jones, particularly abroad. "Reload," a 1999 CD of duets with Van Morrison, The Pretenders, Robbie Williams, Barenaked Ladies, Stereophonics and others, went No. 1 in England and moved 4 million copies worldwide by the following year.

In 2002, the singer teamed up with Wyclef Jean for the funky studio album "Mr. Jones." He returned to the U.K. charts in '06 when "Stoned in Love," a collaboration with electronica act Chicane, reached the top 10 in Britain. Recently, "This is Tom Jones" (a compilation of clips from the entertainer's 1969-1971 variety series on ABC ), came out Stateside.

Clad in a sleek purple suit, Jones opened the 75-minute set with a vigorous "Raise Your Hand," a 1967 Stax hit for Eddie Floyd (popularized by Janis Joplin and later, Bruce Springsteen on "Live 1975-85"). His own Latin-tinged top 40 single from "Help Yourself," followed. More than a few ladies surely wanted to take Jones' lyrics - "help yourself to my lips, to my arms/just say the word and they are yours" as gospel. The dramatic ballad "With These Hands" went over well. Jones did some suggestive gestures during the pleading vocal in "Delilah" as his guitarist modernized the sound with a few metal licks and a woman held up a Welsh flag.

When the band launched into a Jerry Lee Lewis boogie woogie number, Jones managed to sing to the quick rhythm without tiring out; an understated Van Morrison cover fit like a glove. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said of the now de rigeur standards segment featuring "Fly Me to the Moon" and "That Old Black Magic." They dragged the set down, but not for long.

Jones had fun with an energetic "She's a Lady," snarling like a tiger as '60s-era models appeared on the screens. "What's New Pussycat?" (where the singer danced and someone threw a wig onstage instead of undies) and "You Can Leave Your Hat On" (from "The Full Monty" film soundtrack) were equally soulful.

Signature songs "Green Green Grass of Home" and "It's Not Unusual" went down a storm.

The latter was driven by punchy horns as archival Jones B&W clips were projected. Dance fever ensued for "Sexbomb." The encore section found a bunch of women crowded against the stage. For the encores, they watched Jones strut his stuff (high stepping, teasing gestures) up close on the sizzling 1988 Art of Noise collaboration of Prince's "Kiss."

Where: Pechanga Resort & Casino, Temecula http://www.presstelegram.com/ci_7573062

When: Friday