A Paramore Review

If you have Paramore tickets, I'd recommend selling them and going to see 10 £6 gigs instead. Paramore were good, but her voice still starts to grate after a few songs, and the support acts were SHOCKING. Plus, a beer was the best part of a fiver, and you couldn't go out to smoke. Here's what I wrote for my magazine:

Tonight’s performance of Paramore at the MEN was sold out. The arena was, unsurprisingly, packed with a multitude of bright young things bedecked in their most emo finery accompanied by disgruntled parents. This was the first gig for many fans, according to the busy Paramore forums, and they couldn’t ask for a more tailored introduction to the world of live music.

I arrive to a fairly startling sight: All those who have paid for standing tickets are sat on the floor. As a self-respecting adult, I obviously refuse to join them, and am as such instructed to move further back. Right.

The first act to come onstage was Now, Now Every Children. The act was short, thankfully, as singer Cacie’s falsetto Hayley Williams impression fell somewhat on its face in the huge arena, with the pair failing to fill the stage adequately, as well as sounding somewhat strained.

Paper Route, the second support act of the night, also failed to impress. The large audience seemed unfamiliar with their music and did not receive the electronic pop warmly. The band is, on record, somewhat New Order like, with a sound that is vaguely familiar whilst being simultaneously instantly forgettable, though not terrible, just mediocre. However, in the vast cavern of the MEN arena, with its terrible acoustics, all that is good about Paper Route floats into the ether, leaving us with flat notes, synthesisers and pounding drums. Had the audience been more experienced with live music, they would have been heckled offstage.

You Me At Six were a testament to the power of post-production on singer Josh Franceschi’s warbling voice, though this might again be the hindrances of performing in the MEN arena. The band was lively and performed well, with their beautiful album artwork providing a backdrop, but the whole performance was suited to a much smaller venue. The nearly 20,000 strong audience were familiar with You Me at Six’s songs, and reflected the band’s onstage enthusiasm, despite Franceschi’s vocal problems.

By the time Paramore take to the stage, the audience are lively and fully ready to deal with lead singer Hayley William’s extraordinary energy. Williams is tiny, yet her presence easily takes over. The band is tight, barely missing a note, and is clearly accustomed to the arena circuit by now. Every member contributes to the onstage energy, which miraculously reflects that of the huge crowd, who know every word.

Paramore open with “Ignorance”, from the new album, though it is barely audible, such is the volume of screams emanating from the stands. They follow with “I Caught Myself” from the Twilight soundtrack. This is received with yet another bout of screaming, unsurprisingly. The next few tracks are from the band’s popular two previous albums, “Riot” and “All We Know is Falling”, which are well-known amongst a crowd even this young, and particularly amongst the older members of the audience, having been popular in 2005 and 2007, respectively. Other stellar moments included “Decode” - the other Paramore song from the Twilight soundtrack, their 2007 hit “Misery Business” and bassist Jeremy Davis’ back flip whilst playing.

All in all, Paramore played well, despite their leap to an arena stage of this size, proving their long-standing ability to connect with a young teen crowd.

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"Love you too much to leave, don't like you enough to stay."
So goes the wondrous Scroobius Pip, on the song "Look For The Woman." The Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip album, Angles, is my latest musical obsession. Along with Ted Leo + Pharmacists. Both of these sets of musicians are catchy, lyrically fascinating and new to me, though their sounds are very different. I like it.

Other good things are my signed Liam Frost (LF) set list and complete interview and review. The lovely man replied to everything I sent him, them played an amazing gig at Night&Day Manchester on Saturday. Most excellent times.

I went to see "Law Abiding Citizen" which was good, if a bit silly. That's pretty much all there is to say about it, apart from the fact that it rounded the amount of times that I saw someone have their eyelids removed last week up to two. Which is two too many really.

I'm reading HST's "Kingdom of Fear" for my dissertation. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong time and place, I was clearly destined to marry that man.

I don't have much to write atm, I'll post my Liam Frost review once I've finished.

"I've got a holster, I keep biscuits in it." _SP vs DLS.

A Symphony of Love

I just watched Se7en, the David Fincher film starring Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman. And blimey. Not my usual cup of tea, but I just about loved it. Now, I know i'm behind on the times, considering it was released over 13 years ago, but hey, better late than never. So yeah, that's bloody good. I'll be writing a review of that for my magazine.

Other good things today:
It rained a lot. Drizzle is miserable, but when it's properly raining or snowing, it's like being in a film, one where scary stuff happens. Which leads me to the conclusion that all the best horror films feature rain/snow. It's like a prerequisite. I mean, Amityville Horror (old and new); George A .Romero films; The Crow, The Shining, Underworld, The Thing, The Omen, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street. I could go on. Non-horror good films even often feature rain; Se7en, LOTR, Breakfast at Tiffany's even.

Also good today was my lecture this afternoon on Reality. It instantly made me want to run out and research Descartes and Berkely, and considering I live with a philosopher-in-training, that's saying something. It also made me want to watch the Matrix, so that's probably what I'll be blogging about next time.

I also made a lemon cake this week that was very popular, so I may make another one and take some photographs and put them up.

Things that are rubbish include me not having heating in my flat, the price of books in Borders ( I love being there, but can't afford to buy anything.) and people that go in bookshops to buy coffee and DVDs. There are better things in bookshops (like stationery, ha-ha.)

Today I listened to Liam Frost's new album, Nas and The Royal Philarmonic Orchestra playing Mozart. I also watched True Blood, which gets better every time I watch it. A thrilling Friday all round.

Moz, Buffy and Joss.

For my first blog, I'd like to first state what I've been doing for my magazine for my Journalism section of my degree. So far, this includes writing reviews of my absolute favourite singer, Frank Turner, and his albums and most recent gig in Manchester. (I'm from Manchester, unfortunately, though I am a most proud adopted Scouser.) It also includes NOT writing a review of Morrissey at The Echo Arena, as he didn't bloody play it.

This really annoyed me for many reasons, but the main two are:
1. I really liked Morrissey, and have been to a lot of his gigs and bought all his albums, several tshirts and many magazines, podcasts and newspapers simply because he was in them.
2. He has let some complete twit ruin several thousand people's night, if not weekend.

I do however intend to write an article about the whole idea of rockstars as primadonnas - a strange contradiction in my opinion, as there is nothing LESS rock and/or roll than throwing a hissy fit. I mean, compare what Moz did with what Courtney Love did when some idiot tore off her dress and groped her while she was stage diving: she got back onstage, told him where to go and then launched into "Sassy". Now, I'm definitely not saying Courtney Love is an ideal role model (at least, not any more...) but the point stands: our rock stars should be at least a little resilient. I agree that the act of throwing a drink in the face of a man who has very recently had a heart attack is less than cool, but Moz has done this kind of thing before, and is also better than the act he condescended to acknowledge.

But enough of that, as I'm fairly certain people have had quite enough of the whole subject by this point. I'm going to, possibly belatedly, wax lyrical about Buffy the Vampire Slayer now, so if you aren't a fan, I'd advise leaving this page now.

Still here? Good, I'll begin therefore by telling you, dearest reader, that I'm a fully paid-up geek. I don't mean that in the faux "I like the new star trek film" (though, gosh, I really do) way. I like Sci-Fi, nature documentaries, alphabetising and knowing pointless facts. I also really like the Tudors, though I think my discussion on the variation of documentaries and fictional accounts of that era are best saved for a blog where I've already talked about something a little more interesting to the world wide web.

Anyway, so I recently started buying Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BVS!) on DVD in some lovely boxsets. I have been addicted ever since. I'm currently halfway through season seven (the final season, for all those not in the know) and so far, my favourite season is six. This is mainly because it includes "Once More With Feeling", the wonderfully memorable musical episode. Written by Joss Whedon, it's WELL funny, with really catchy, good songs, as well as, almost unbelievably, a lot of character development without being too OTT emotional. It's brilliant, much like Joss Whedon. He's a brilliant writer, director and producer, having been involved in Serenity, Firefly (one of the best TV shows EVER), Angel, Toy Story and Alien Resurrection. It's like he's an American Russell T. Davies.