Here is the concert review from MOJO magazine; the scan in the first post of this thread was unreadable, but a clearer photo has just surfaced on eBay (link). The setlist at the end of the article is slightly different from the handwritten one!
Pure soul power
Amy Winehouse
Union Chapel, London
Twenty-two-year-old north Londoner raises the church rafters.
She's noticeably nervous as she takes the stage, but Amy Winehouse has no need to be. From the moment she launches into Just Friends, her set opener, the emotional power and soulful strength behind her voice bewitches. Clutching the microphone as if her life depended on it, she's a fun-house hall of mirrors-contorted vision; a gorgeous cross between a '50s pulp novel jacket Bad Girl and the Walt Jabsco gangster, her hair half-a-foot high, Kohl black, teased and tangled, with a yellow rosebud poking out above her right ear, Ronnie Spector from across the tracks, with eyes shining bright out of heavy Cleopatra make-up, her mouth daubed in red lipstick quickly smudged from gulping at a glass of red wine.
Her outfit is not the sparkling, sequinned evening gown or demure shift dress that befitted her vocal antecedents such as Aretha Franklin, Ettas James and Jones (she recently duetted on the latter's Don't Go To Strangers with Paul Weller at his Electric Proms performance), but skintight drainpipes held up by braces, a modest white vest that she's afraid her "boobs will fall out" of (she fidgets with its neckline throughout the concert) and a figure-hugging zipped-up leather jacket that she discards after that first song to reveal tattoos designed with the brash bravado you might get at a seaside booth.
Amy loves to flout convention. Tonight is clear evidence of that. The performance, a part of a series of gigs to raise money and awareness for Mencap's Arts Awards scheme, curated by DJ and ambassador of the charity Jo Wiley and entitled the Little Noise Sessions: Acoustic At The Union, sees Amy backed by a four-man, very much plugged-in band — Robin Banerjee, guitar; Dale Davis, bass; Nathan Allen, drums; Sam Beste, keyboards.
By the third number, Cherry, she's approximating dance steps straight out of the Maxine Powell/Cholly Atkins charm school of Motown with tentative Supremes-like arm and hand movements for good measure and footsteps that in high heels would be dainty but in white trainers are both cumbersome and cute. Then come three of the night's best songs, all culled from her latest LP, Back To Black — a heartfelt Love Is A Losing Game that she prefaces with, "I always get a little teary when I sing this", a spirited Back To Black that almost turns into The Ronettes' Be My Baby, and Tears Dry On Their Own which, shorn of its Ain't No Mountain High Enough sample, becomes less pop and more funk.
By the end of the show, after two poignant renditions from the Donny Hathaway songbook, We're Still Friends and I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know, MOJO is left knowing that Amy is the real thing. "Every time I kneel down I feel like James Brown" she laughs as she stoops to peek up her wine glass again. Like James, she'd win over the legendary amateur night at the Apollo in New York's Harlem, no problem.
Lois Wilson
Setlist:
Just Friends / Love Is Blind / Cherry / Love Is A Losing Game / Back To Black / Unholy War / Tears Dry On Their Own / I'm No Good / Me And Mr Jones / Rehab / We're Still Friends / I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know