THE O2, LONDON. 19.09.17
Nate Mendel did his page to reach for page 56 – his beloved gig preview
kkkk LONDON GETS RICK-GROHLED AS FOOS UNLEASH CONCRETE AND GOLD AT THREE-HOUR MEGA PARTY
“If I lose my voice first, I’m buying everyone a fuckin’ drink!” bellows Dave Grohl during the mammoth sing-along to The Pretender.“i never lose my voice, so I guess we’re playing all fuckin’ night!”
The hour grows late, folks look nervously at their watches, but the Foos frontman does not give the tiniest of fucks.as the show goes on, you wonder if he might actually be serious about that promise.
“I think you missed your fuckin’ trains,” he announces later.“i’m really sorry…”
He says this at about quarter-past 10. You could almost play an entire football match in the time remaining before Foo Fighters finally leave the stage in a hail of feedback, following a monumental Everlong. If you have a home to go to, you’re screwed. And all you can think is:‘good.’
On any normal night, Big Dave is in a good mood onstage. But this is a launch bash of sorts for Foos’ 4K-rated Concrete And Gold album, and part of the celebrations for The O2’s 10th birthday, so we get Party Grohl.and nothing is going to stop him.
The band begin their near three-hour set with a quickfire jab-jab-jab of tunes, one after the other, no fat, no fucking about: I’ll Stick Around,all My Life, Learn To Fly,the Sky Is A Neighborhood. It’s the sort of dominant entrance that usually requires tanks and the violation of international laws.and when the horsing around and extended jams do come, they’re delivered with class and skill. During These Days, the crowd takes over and begin singing their own chorus, conducted by Dave, before an off-set list blast through Queen’s Tie Your Mother Down finds Taylor Hawkins taking over vocals.and then, as the minute-hand creeps further toward midnight and you’re wondering what else they can pull out of the bag, Rick Astley (who else?) appears for a turbo-charged run-through of Never Gonna Give You Up. It is as gloriously, naffly brilliant as it sounds.
So, yeah, good luck getting home. But it’s times like these you realise just how much fun a killer Tuesday night ruining your Wednesday morning can be.thanks, Dave.
kkkkk = classic kkkk = excellent kkk = good kk = average k = poorPHOTOS: PAUL HARRIES, OLIVER HALFIN
Dave found the splinter in his fretboard at the worst possible time