Thursday 3 January 2013

Music Takes A Physical Form: Part I


Having lost my concert-virginity only last summer (yes, it’s shameful), I was relieved to have booked an array of concerts throughout the summer of 2012. I finished my small marathon of live music only this month ending, just as I started, with a favourite rock band of mine.


To start of the time-line, I will set the scene of 2011 summer as I, along with a group of friends, travelled to Hyde Park on what was looking like a pretty promising day. This was a first experience for the majority of us and we had numerous doubts, although we paid through Gigantic (a well-known ticket agency), that something would go wrong or our tickets would be fake. The supporting acts were a wild little band, The Zac Brown Band, who had a more chaotic Mumford and Sons farmer/banjo vibe to them and were a complete success when it came to riling up the crowd. They were followed by The White Lies, of whom I was somewhat a fan of previously, and despite sounding an exact replica of their recorded material were incredibly underrated audience-wise, possibly due to their minimalistic stage presence but whom I enjoyed nonetheless. Two supporting acts is a pretty lengthy build-up by anyone’s standard so by the time Paul Weller came on stage, the whole crowd, I included, were simply awaiting the main act.

Kings of Leon presented themselves  in a true rock’n’roll yet incredibly casual manner, just rolling up on stage, grabbing from a range of guitars, holding cans and bottles of beer and tequila and the first song soon become a catalyst along with the audiences built-up anticipation that resulting in a mosh pit. The majority of their set-list consisted of songs from Come Around Sundown, starting off with Radioactive, however they threw in a good measure of classics. Closer, Crawl and Pyro were my absolute favourite of a night that was topped off with fireworks and in all honesty, whilst it was a long wait, I am pretty proud of losing my concert-virginity to Kings of Leon.


Moving onto 2012, my personal holy grail of music gigs, I lined up some beauty’s starting with an unexpected Bombay Bicycle Club (a birthday present) who were a mellow dosage of indie rock with some amazing female supports; Lianne La Havas who brought out her debut also this year and the shy yet warming vocals of Rae Morris who has only a few pieces of EP material floating around as I am currently aware.


If there was any such evidence to the phrase “put on a show” it would straight-up be Coldplay’s 2012 Mylo Xyloto Tour. Our promise on the train home from seeing Kings of Leon the year before that we would next see Coldplay had become reality. Even before I stepped into the Emirates Stadium, I managed to spot a man in a giant elephant costume (see, Paradise music video) and was given my very own “Xylo-Band” the significance of which, apart from a small flashing light, I was yet to witness. On entrance into the stadium, I was transported into the world of their vibrant album cover for every conceivable part of the set was covered in graphitized lyrics and otherwise. The show itself was absolute genius and not to ignore the obvious talents of the band themselves, who were even greater live, let me just fill you in with a few extras: Simon Pegg graced the show displaying unknown talents with a harmonica, Rita Ora and Robin were great supports, giant bouncy ball were thrown over the crowd in a pure festival style, confetti was released and the Xylo-Bands flashed in accordance with the song lighting up the whole stadium against a dark night sky. This was pretty much the definition of magic.

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