What a difference seeing an entertainer like JT up close and personal! His dance moves, his expressions, I can see everything and the music … I can feel everything. It’s as though the bass and percussion are my life support, if left without the music my heart would stop beating.
Yusef Allen wants coin from the Hammerstein Ballroom cuz some dude fell on him from the balcony. First off shouldn’t the guy who went over the balcony be the one crying no protection?! You really cant predict a human will fall from the sky
Hayley Williams who, watching it start to slip away three years ago, stopped and regrouped. Headlining Hammerstein (and not for the first time by any stretch), gone is self-puffery and Gwen Stefan self-delusion.
If I was a fan I would have been very impressed with this fine set, culling songs off their adored self-named debut and last years Coexist with precision, passion, intelligence and intensity. But they’re a drag. They need the “Y” chromosome in there somewhere. They are like the Kills with their balls chopped off.
I am happy Cat has her life back in shape, I am happy she has a cracker band playing quasi ambient blues and indie workouts and a good one, and Alyson met Cat at a CD signing and wrote her how nice Cat is. So I am happy about that. But even if she was Matahma Ghandi, this would be have been a drear, dark and boring set.
The staging and lighting were excellent and John’s voice sounded the same and he gave up some angry yob stick by telling the securing guards to fuck off. His songs and the band were ok; but I think its time to put this chapter of punk behind us or at least until we get some fresh blood.
He was 100% on, bopping up and down, arms to the heaven, dancing to the powerful deep bass beats, and triggering his disco charges as he lead a fine band. A terrific performance by the man who changed the face of modern music.
An atrocious, poorly managed disaster where two and a half hours were wasted and all three major acts were squeezed into the last half hour, and Mr. Vegas, was relegated to less than ten minutes.
Saturday Night Fever was released in late 1977 but its musical height was already passing. In 1978 Chic released “Le Freak” and gave birth to the synergy that would create New Wave. Chic set the stage for every pop star on the charts today,, Trammps are the template for House and even dubstep
Though I didn’t like them nearly as much at T5, I can see how I might have preferred them if I was a teenager myself. As an adult, between the new album and the performances, Wolf Gang are the best pack around.
a four song cycle that may well have been the greatest moment in live music this year