This was followed by pretty much all of the band's upbeat songs, such as 'Stop', 'Spread Your Love' and 'Whatever Happened To My Rock n Roll', which led to an immense surge of audience members trying to throw themselves over the barrier, including the Julian Casablancas lookalike beside me. I felt quite pleased at this point with my decision to attend the gig; here I was only metres away from a band I had previously been quite fond of, one of the bands who along with the White Stripes had "spearheaded the new rock n roll revolution" (to take an NME perspective on things).
'Spread your love like a fever/I ain't ever comin down' came the words from the stage. I glanced downwards, only to discover that my jeans were starting to fall off as a result of being scraped against the barrier so frequently. Suddenly I couldn't help but feel irritated: here I was at close proximity to a band who had spearheaded the new rock n roll revolution, and my pants were falling off. Tried to sort out my zip as discreetly as possible, and spent the rest of the set in discomfort.
The gig continued in true BRMC style - long-winded and serious, with each song drawn out til it could be drawn out no more. 'White Palms', 'As Sure As The Sun', distorted vocals, utmost concentration, I'm sure you get the idea. 'Love Burns' was repeated often, and an intense encore ensured that the band would not stop playing until well after midnight. The night had been red-hot, loud and volatile (even if the review had been shit), and while this did not convince me to rush out and buy their second album, it did make me consider it briefly. |
