For a band that has nothing more to prove, and after about twenty years in the box, still solid to excellent plates, do the Foo Fighters during concerts is still very hard their best to make the fans value for their money.
That not all rockers lyricists are in the manner of Leonard Cohen, a hermetically Hallelujah from their pen, wringing, has never gedeerd. But now you must still explain what Dave Grohl in the hell possessed when he The sky is a neighbourhood wrote. We translate freely: ‘The sky is near / love the silence, followed by something about against a ceiling of beech. Oh. Van Halen also sang but just four times in succession ‘Jump!’ and if it’s a hit single here, so we let our inner taalnazi silenced and were not about to do.
Did Dave Grohl after all, not when he the text of the iconic Van Halen hit just about the well-known piano chords of John Lennon’s Imagine drapeerde, and with an ironic grin when mentioned that ” the Foo Fighters like music that connects people’. It was funny, engaging, and especially poignant for the atmosphere that the Foos during their concerts so nice calls. That is an atmosphere of nothing must, everything is allowed, as long as we are all but to have fun. And of course you know just as well as we that this is only apparent; that the Foo Fighters rockmachine equally well oiled as the engine of your well-maintained ride-on mower. But it makes the illusion it is not less beautiful.
For a band that has nothing more to prove, and after about twenty years in the box, still decent (from Sonic Highways jumped our heart is not determined) to excellent (each listening of Concrete & gold continues to be a journey of discovery) plates, do the Foo Fighters during concerts is still very hard their best to make the fans value for their money.
“We would all of our two hundred songs can play it, but to do that we’d rather not,” joked Grohl. They kept it so with a handle from the repertoire – be it a handle that almost lasted three hours. It was an entertaining mix of old and new work. For that new work had the Foos three backingzangeressen brought. The names of the choirs in The sky is a neighbourhood and Dirty water in a charming manner for their account and were a breath of fresh air amidst all the gitaargeweld that the Foos on your afvuurden. (As of Grohls ever-recurring ‘grooaaaars’, but we will – once again – but not difficult.)
When Grohl took his microphone out of the hands gave up, dropped the lot for some time. Drummer Taylor Hawkins, who Sunday rain sang, or Under pressure of Queen covered: mwah. You missed soon that experienced rot and great peer of a frontman.
The old work? That was very tightly played and missed its target. My hero was in collective singing surpassed by the Best of you, where the audience is the ooh-ooh’s, but blééf persist – especially when Grohl and co. on the duration simply stopped playing. Were also on a lot of affection received: the oldies Monkey wrench and Breakout. Burly punk rock with more emphasis on punk than rock, something the Foos excellent seemed to love it. The rare viewer who where not happy, just had a look at guitarist Pat beate smile’ Spear, the rocking boedhha in person. Or the wildly enthusiastic crowd around him.
Foo Fighters, seen in the Sportpaleis in antwerp on Monday 11 June.