|"In a world where all three bands had hit it big at the precise same moment, it wouldnt be unrealistic to speculate that tonight could easily be a co-headline tour."|
Its a telling sign of the three bands levelling popularity that the typical apathy reserved for The First Support On Stage, normally only witnessed by a faithful handful whove been queuing since dawn for the headliners, is replaced by wild cheering by an astoundingly full (although not quite yet capacity) audience.
Peoples decisions to turn-up early pay off as The Rakes overcome the vastness of the venue, proving they are more than capable of making air hangers feel homely, turning in a truly fantastic performance. Every song feels like a Top 10 smash, with Retreat and 22 Grand Job manifesting themselves as particular nuggets of pure pop genius. Better still, the inclusion of an as-yet unnamed new track goes down well with the crowd, hinting that the best from this band is still yet to come.
Editors brooding performance follows up and is received with equal hysteria. This years surprise hit command the stage effortlessly, keeping banter to a minimum, focusing simply on playing through their impressive roster of songs. Singles Blood, Munich and Bullets are as powerful live as they are on record, and the sight of lead singer/guitar Tom Smith hurl himself about stage in epileptic-like fits adds greater sense of astonishment to what unfolds before the crowd. Penultimate song, Fingers In The Factories marks the high point of their set, a triumphant, fist-in-air number that sends the dense crowd into a jumping frenzy. Why the dont decide to finish with this is a curious question, as their final number, Open Your Arms, seems irrelevant once theyve already blown their load its little more than moping up with a tissue afterwards.
Then, just as you thought the cheers couldnt get any louder, someone remembers that Franz Ferdinand are still to perform. When they take the stage dressed almost exclusively in black, its clear that the Franz Ferdinand of 2005 are a different breed to the fresh faced pop scoundrels that first bartered for our attention a little over two years ago. Theyre darker, edgier and, ultimately, more vital now than theyve ever been before. Sure, Arctic Monkeys are the current darlings and touted saviours of pop, but it was Franz that paved the way for their success in the first place.
Opening with This Boy, against a black cloth back drop beaming erratic strobes through its many claw-swipe gashes, they pack a previously unrealised force that the audience are clearly in awe of. By Do You Want To the cloth has dropped to reveal a giant video screen enclose by four giant rotating monoliths bearing portraits of each of the band members. The crowd go wild. New songs nestle amongst old, Im your villain standing out most from the second-album material. Its a real pleasure to see that Take Me Out still inspires the same level of excitement as it did up its original release, with audience seemingly jumping as one connected mass of joy. Their debut single Darts Of Pleasure is still their greatest and, as has become custom on tours of late, is tonight extended to include an introduction of each of the band members by charismatic lead-singer and poster-boy Alex Kapranos.
A rapturous encore opens with the lounger-call-to-arms Jacqueline, with the Its always better on holiday refrain sounding as tempting now as it ever did. By the time they close with This Fire there are no doubts as to the current excellence of not only the bands on display tonight, but British music as a whole. Lets hope these bands and all the others following in their footsteps can keep on creating at such a high-quality level, doing our country proud. Judging by tonight, they shouldnt have a problem.
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