THE O2, LON­DON. 19.09.17

Kerrang! (UK) - - Contents - WORDS: NICK RUSKELL

Nate Mendel did his page to reach for page 56 – his beloved gig pre­view


“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 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.

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Dave found the splin­ter in his fret­board at the worst pos­si­ble time

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