It seems that Brett Anderson loves having the crowd sing back at him - it was odd and he did it a lot - the lyrics were on the back drop for a lot of the new tunes. If you want people to sing back at you, play more well known stuff. And stop going into the crowd, you’re 59 years old for fuck’s sake.
To be fair, I like quite a bit of the new stuff, but not many others did and the standing crowd barely moved for a lot of them. Pleasantly surprised with We Are the Pigs, Animal Nitrate and So Young, but the fucking encore was absolute fucking drivel - The Only Way I Can Love You (utter shite) and Saturday Night (shite an all). No Pantomime Horse, no Drowners - they could’ve played anything from their first album and 2,000 old farts would’ve wet themselves.
Old bands need to be more self aware and play to their audiences who paid good fucking money to see them. The Only Way I Can Love You in the encore? Jesus wept.
