When a musician creates more news for his private life (usually, their excesses with drugs and other tumultuous relations) that his recording career, there is a risk that people, echoing the sensationalism of some sectors of the music press, seek entertainment in a concert at the expense of the 'way of life' that only their interpretation of music.
If, moreover, a significant majority of the audience is young, and mostly under 18 years, the way in which the concert took place is less likely not disappointing, at least in the approach. With an unusual hour (20:00) for these parts (subject, I imagine, by the way football match was played yesterday), took the stage first, the group led by Amy Jo, Pete's sister, The Ezra Beats.
Being fully aware of the situation they were in, put all his will to entertain, even though it condemned them to be a mere prologue, pleasant but inconsequential. Whether the dicharachería displayed by the group, speaking Castilian dignity, and defending his songs with solvency over 45 minutes shooting but repeatedly getting started clapping from the public, or collaboration in their choirs, but unable to avoid the unbearable ( by disrespectful) continuous background hum.
I find it irrelevant whether it was to demonstrate the joy of the holiday home, the question of whether we could see the whole game, the mystery of its outcome or, which would be more logical, impatience by checking the status of myth emerged as the last alternative rock, raised to the altars for his multiple drug addictions, lawsuits, relationships and eccentricities that his undeniable talent but irregular, but the times in which the lack of civility and public education by the most embittered me a concert (although more marked with the openers, kept many side conversations when he played Pete Doherty).
Know where they were the opening act and played a role, seizing the opportunity presented to them to reach a wider audience which would get for his music and more responsive than might be expected, and showed its upcoming issues Tonic & Gin. They gave what they can expect from two speakers and a drum set austere cheerfully performed the songs more dynamic and euphoric, and too light on the most tender songs with a frontwoman spontaneous and fun, with a striking aesthetic and enough winks the place to please (Octopus written on one arm, nice words for the city, samples sincere gratitude ...).
The best thing: a nice amateur freshness, a certain component cosmopolitan bohemian neighborhood, and the charm of those people as possible to prolong their Erasmus exchange. Perhaps they lack background and the issues for us to take seriously, but even so only for the distant grounds reminiscent of a Damunt Lidia version jipiosa / Appreciation "and his enthusiasm, deserve approval.
After a delay of 50 minutes (to just remove the battery from the previous combo, and tune their guitars, unacceptable) Pete Doherty took the stage, the only musician who can compete in circles, staggering and Julian Casablancas and hairstyle, as he , an increasingly erratic talent but not stagnant and it is worth it if it falls some new jewel, but pale compared to his greatest works, we still keep hope.
I recognize that going to fly behind the ear. Babyshamblesen action with the last (and only) edition of Saturday Night Fiber had been disappointing (for the lack of professionalism of the group, inadequate conditions having played the previous day in the FIB), so, especially since note that this time Pete was presented only with his guitar, it was obvious that we needed calm and focused minimally.
Although clumsy in his movements showed, the lights bother him with it focused and had prepared a succulent table (two mixed drinks, 3 beers - then threw to the audience - and snuff were giving him every few issues ... and threw him from the audience), as a musician was generous (almost 2 hours) and absorbed with the sound, with plenty of interludes and nimble phrasings from the songs, half way between improvisation and the extension or introduction of issues, structured the show as a performer and demonstrated that their naked versions including electrical items not lose its essence and its nerve.
The beginning with 'Delivery' set the trend of the concerto, in which the majority of teens know, basically your Babyshambles stage (which also fall 'Carry On Up The Morning', 'Back from the dead', a heartfelt 'Albion', 'There she goes' or the famous 'Fuck Forever'), and which took place over drinks, winks, and clumsiness of his music singer.
While the player does not choose your audience, the truth is that Pete did not avoid complicity with them, drinking to their health, giving all the barbs he could, picking up the insistent message of the public (and bras, and snuff, and buffers ... .) I have nothing against the spontaneity of the frontman (as it does not so much with Neil Hannon), but I did not need this extra interrupt (only highlight the happy birthday sang to Macarena, a girl from the audience), and do not do any favors in their shows.
Given the variety of his repertoire, slipping stages toads songs, both singles (a very wise 'The Delaney', 'Music When the lights go out', or the central block composed mainly of songs from the Libertines' Do Look Back Into The Sun '-' What a waster '-' What Katie did 'and' Can not stand me now '-' Albion '-' Fuck Forever '-' Last of Inglés roses') as oddities and other faces B ('Their Way', 'Sheepskin Tearaway', 'For Lovers') and other issues that had not received prominence in his records and playoff correctly (such as 'Tell the king' or 'The good old days' of the Up bracket), leaving a diverse repertoire, relatively balanced between its three distinct stages (The Libertines, Babyshambles and solo), we can not complain about the repertoire (whether to the final version of 'Time for heroes' I've been waiting years to hear it live) , and no one but Pete was not successful to the gallery, was skillful with his guitar (acoustic and 'Albion') and very neat in his voice.
Is that enough? In my case, once I got to abstract from the kids who flocked to see a tabloid idol rather than a musician, I enjoyed a concert more worthy than I expected, but not memorable. Beyond what can be endearing irregular geniuses (in any artistic discipline or sport), and the uncertainty that surrounds the face of recording their next release (will you still alone? Do you get any old line, or join new band ?), can be a good time to reconcile with his direct, in which, for example, rarely surprised by incorporating two dancers.
Will remain a shame that you are wasting your (I suppose) best years between scandals and some erratic in their musical offerings since he left one of the most talented and compositional companies successful in recent years (with Carl Barat, also in the doldrums), but if progressively offers more consistent and professional concerts, are welcome.
If, moreover, a significant majority of the audience is young, and mostly under 18 years, the way in which the concert took place is less likely not disappointing, at least in the approach. With an unusual hour (20:00) for these parts (subject, I imagine, by the way football match was played yesterday), took the stage first, the group led by Amy Jo, Pete's sister, The Ezra Beats.
Being fully aware of the situation they were in, put all his will to entertain, even though it condemned them to be a mere prologue, pleasant but inconsequential. Whether the dicharachería displayed by the group, speaking Castilian dignity, and defending his songs with solvency over 45 minutes shooting but repeatedly getting started clapping from the public, or collaboration in their choirs, but unable to avoid the unbearable ( by disrespectful) continuous background hum.
I find it irrelevant whether it was to demonstrate the joy of the holiday home, the question of whether we could see the whole game, the mystery of its outcome or, which would be more logical, impatience by checking the status of myth emerged as the last alternative rock, raised to the altars for his multiple drug addictions, lawsuits, relationships and eccentricities that his undeniable talent but irregular, but the times in which the lack of civility and public education by the most embittered me a concert (although more marked with the openers, kept many side conversations when he played Pete Doherty).
Know where they were the opening act and played a role, seizing the opportunity presented to them to reach a wider audience which would get for his music and more responsive than might be expected, and showed its upcoming issues Tonic & Gin. They gave what they can expect from two speakers and a drum set austere cheerfully performed the songs more dynamic and euphoric, and too light on the most tender songs with a frontwoman spontaneous and fun, with a striking aesthetic and enough winks the place to please (Octopus written on one arm, nice words for the city, samples sincere gratitude ...).
The best thing: a nice amateur freshness, a certain component cosmopolitan bohemian neighborhood, and the charm of those people as possible to prolong their Erasmus exchange. Perhaps they lack background and the issues for us to take seriously, but even so only for the distant grounds reminiscent of a Damunt Lidia version jipiosa / Appreciation "and his enthusiasm, deserve approval.
After a delay of 50 minutes (to just remove the battery from the previous combo, and tune their guitars, unacceptable) Pete Doherty took the stage, the only musician who can compete in circles, staggering and Julian Casablancas and hairstyle, as he , an increasingly erratic talent but not stagnant and it is worth it if it falls some new jewel, but pale compared to his greatest works, we still keep hope.
I recognize that going to fly behind the ear. Babyshamblesen action with the last (and only) edition of Saturday Night Fiber had been disappointing (for the lack of professionalism of the group, inadequate conditions having played the previous day in the FIB), so, especially since note that this time Pete was presented only with his guitar, it was obvious that we needed calm and focused minimally.
Although clumsy in his movements showed, the lights bother him with it focused and had prepared a succulent table (two mixed drinks, 3 beers - then threw to the audience - and snuff were giving him every few issues ... and threw him from the audience), as a musician was generous (almost 2 hours) and absorbed with the sound, with plenty of interludes and nimble phrasings from the songs, half way between improvisation and the extension or introduction of issues, structured the show as a performer and demonstrated that their naked versions including electrical items not lose its essence and its nerve.
The beginning with 'Delivery' set the trend of the concerto, in which the majority of teens know, basically your Babyshambles stage (which also fall 'Carry On Up The Morning', 'Back from the dead', a heartfelt 'Albion', 'There she goes' or the famous 'Fuck Forever'), and which took place over drinks, winks, and clumsiness of his music singer.
While the player does not choose your audience, the truth is that Pete did not avoid complicity with them, drinking to their health, giving all the barbs he could, picking up the insistent message of the public (and bras, and snuff, and buffers ... .) I have nothing against the spontaneity of the frontman (as it does not so much with Neil Hannon), but I did not need this extra interrupt (only highlight the happy birthday sang to Macarena, a girl from the audience), and do not do any favors in their shows.
Given the variety of his repertoire, slipping stages toads songs, both singles (a very wise 'The Delaney', 'Music When the lights go out', or the central block composed mainly of songs from the Libertines' Do Look Back Into The Sun '-' What a waster '-' What Katie did 'and' Can not stand me now '-' Albion '-' Fuck Forever '-' Last of Inglés roses') as oddities and other faces B ('Their Way', 'Sheepskin Tearaway', 'For Lovers') and other issues that had not received prominence in his records and playoff correctly (such as 'Tell the king' or 'The good old days' of the Up bracket), leaving a diverse repertoire, relatively balanced between its three distinct stages (The Libertines, Babyshambles and solo), we can not complain about the repertoire (whether to the final version of 'Time for heroes' I've been waiting years to hear it live) , and no one but Pete was not successful to the gallery, was skillful with his guitar (acoustic and 'Albion') and very neat in his voice.
Is that enough? In my case, once I got to abstract from the kids who flocked to see a tabloid idol rather than a musician, I enjoyed a concert more worthy than I expected, but not memorable. Beyond what can be endearing irregular geniuses (in any artistic discipline or sport), and the uncertainty that surrounds the face of recording their next release (will you still alone? Do you get any old line, or join new band ?), can be a good time to reconcile with his direct, in which, for example, rarely surprised by incorporating two dancers.
Will remain a shame that you are wasting your (I suppose) best years between scandals and some erratic in their musical offerings since he left one of the most talented and compositional companies successful in recent years (with Carl Barat, also in the doldrums), but if progressively offers more consistent and professional concerts, are welcome.
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