I thoroughly enjoyed Yes, but I wasn't enthralled with Styx.
Yes opened the show. Y'all know who they are and what they do, so I don't need to go into what they sound like. I was interested, though, to note that their stage show was pretty basic. The git-tarist stood at stage right, the keyboard rack took up stage left, and the vocals and bass shared center stage right and left, respectively, with the drum riser at rear middle. Part of that, I'm sure, is due to the fact that Yes was the opening band, and as such, they couldn't do a huge setup. Still, it puzzled me a bit that such a huge and influential band was the opening act, and they didn't have a fancy stage or a big-ass lightshow to dazzle the audience. They did have a huge video screen in back, though, and the projections were trip-tastic--lotsa Roger Dean art, naturally--so the audience had something interesting to look at, but generally speaking, the band didn't offer a lot of flash. The music was superb, though.
Yes played a 75-minute set featuring a nice selection of songs including Starship Trooper, I've Seen All Good People, Roundabout, Owner of a Lonely Heart, Heart of the Sunrise, and the title track off their brand-new studio album, Fly From Here. The band wasn't as crisp as its studio recordings would suggest, but the added looseness of live playing gave old, familiar songs a chance to breathe anew, mostly to their benefit. I had no choice but to sit back, chill out, and groove.
Styx, in contrast, was all about the flash. The band members are musically talented fellows, I'll grant--the keyboardist and two guitarists trade off lead vocals, every member of the band plays their instrument quite well--and they're pros who know how to put on a helluva spectacle, complete with engaging stage patter, but to reverse the common phrase, the whole was less than sum of its parts.
Ironically, one of the band members articulated the essential problem with Styx when he addressed the audience. He said (and I paraphrase), "You came here for the rock show." Yeah...that's it exactly. Styx put on a rock show, not a concert, and I found myself thinking that their brand of glossy arena rock is exactly why punk rock developed. With mid-to-late 1970 radios spewing the mechanical, predictable, soulless, corporate rock of Styx, punk simply had to happen. I totally understand, and I'm not even a fan of punk.
Anyhoo, even though Styx's show was sterile as an operating theater, I stuck around so I could hear them play Come Sail Away, which (of course) was their pre-encore last song, followed by Renegade. In the meantime, I enjoyed a few of their songs and recognized a handful that I hadn't realized were by them. They played (among the ones I recognized/can figure out the titles to/can recall) Blue Collar Man, The Grand Illusion, Lady, Lorelei, Miss America, Crystal Ball, and Too Much Time On My Hands. Had they cut their setlist in half--or even just played BCM, TMTOMH, and their last two songs--I would've been entirely content.