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Arctic Monkeys Live Review

22 Nov


(Sheffield Motorpoint Arena, 18th November)

It would have been understandable if the fans inside the Motorpoint Arena had held reservations about what was to come. After all, when the lead singer’s come down with Laryngitis just weeks before, you might be wondering if the gig would be a bit half-arsed, just completing their contact?

They needn’t have worried. From the start, it was clear all of the band were on fine form. The brooding glam rock of their first song, Do I Wanna Know, was almost drowned out by the crowd by cheers and people actually dancing instead of acting as Youtube cameramen.

It was also abundantly clear that the Sheffield band’s most recent album was the focus of the night. A whopping nine songs – almost half of the setlist – were taken from AM. It had been receiving rave reviews from critics and it was clear that the audience adored it just as much. Arabella, I Wanna Be Yours and One For the Road were all greeted by waves a cheering from fans that already knew every word. R U Mine, the last song in their encore, also remains a monster of song – possibly the most perfect one they’ve ever written.

Between the appreciation for the new album, the band managed to find time for a whirlwind tour of their hits. Quite a few songs from the middle period of their career were missed out, but who’s got time when the crowd’s holding a mass-singalong to I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor or swaying their lighters to Mardy Bum?

Even if Arctic Monkeys have already performed that setlist a dozen times before, the gig still felt special. There was a palpable sense of energy throughout, which was reciprocated by the audience.

Alex Turner has a reputation a stoic, restrained frontman, preferring to let his songs talk for him, however he was relatively chatty in Sheffield. Perhaps enjoying being back in his hometown, he seemed relatively chatty, asking the audience ‘Are you mine?’ and playfully telling them off when they began singing too early.

Although they didn’t bring any gimmicks like Muse or U2, Arctic Monkeys put on a hell of a live show. It was technically very proficient. With just some lights, a couple of small screens and a towering AM backdrop, they put on an incredible show where the stage always seemed to reflect the mood.

For some reason, the speakers mangled the sound for a couple of the subtler songs like Fireside, but it handled the louder ones brilliantly. The sound was at the perfect volume that encourages you to sing until your voice is raw.

Simply put, this good a band with such a magnificent back catalogue of songs can’t help but put on a hell of a show. Seven years of touring has made them into a well-oiled machine that knows exactly what crowds want.

Omar Rodriguez-Lopez Group – Live

27 Sep

Hello everyone! I have been very busy doing college stuff and have just found time to post again. I got a job delivering calzones and am very happy because now I will have money to buy stuff like CDs! (or just drugs and dumb hippy shit likes plants for my room)

I should have posted this earlier, but on 9/17 I experienced a life changing series of events which compare with my better acid trips. I saw, with many car issues e.g. a flat tire, the Omar Rodriguez-Lopez group live in NYC’s Highline Ballroom!

And that was only the best video I could find. If you could only imagine the rest of the show, you probably should quit your day job and be making music.

Omar was the guy wearing that awesome shirt and standing behind and to the right of the drummer. The drummer, Deatoni Parks, is only one of the drummers that Omar hires (the group’s linup changes on a regular basis), but yea. You just watched that video, right? He’s pretty cool.

I was hallucinating. Like for real. At one point the entire crowd vanished and I was standing there with energy pouring out of an opening in my chest and going into my mind which was then redirecting it to my hands. Among the settings was space, the egyptian desert, and some south american jungles.

And after a certain AC show I went to last summer (which I will write about in the future), I have vowed to only go to shows sober, a policy I adhered to this particular night as well.

When the hallucinations weren’t happening I would close my eyes and sway madly to the rhythm. People around me usually become uneasy when I do this because I tend to sway in odd time signatures and I imagine I must look like a cultist. But if you are passionate and actually listen to music, it is the right thing to do.

I was utterly stunned by the show. Too the point were I stayed after to watch Omar’s younger brother packing up and signing autographs. I didn’t need one because the group had signed my soul. And besides the main man had fled too quickly!

To Omar:
Omar your on-stage mannerisms live up to your music splendidly. If you are reading this then ergsaeriukhgsieuhrgliahoiagaoieurhgaerhgoiuerhg to you too : )
And I still can’t figure out what exactly it is your music does. It’s definitely some psychological or emotional rhythm changes which you have discovered and which have yet to be scientifically studied. For now they are simply known as “Holy shit dude did you feel that?”, “yea man wtf was that?”, “I dunno, but this song is SO good”, “yea man”.

Just one thing though man. Just one thing which kept the show from being the most influential experience of my life. As a whole anyway, because some parts didn’t have this wrong with them. And maybe I am just too young to understand. But I just don’t like her voice man. I may not understand Spanish, but I feel like it doesn’t fit with the face-melting musical beauty – it steals the spotlight.

Somehow though I feel like you already know this. And you are doing it because you are a legend and can. You are fucking with us, the crowd. But your presence is so overwhelming that this was the first show I was at were people didn’t even ask for an encore, simply out of respect, and so I guess it’s alright. Carry on my friend, for it is all of our dreams to be like you… and I will be there one day & )

Oh and thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you!


p.s. Cedric’s an alot better singer lolwtfbbqbias

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