Thursday, November 24, 2011


 extracted from "Turn Left at the Womble-How a 48 year old Dad survived his first time at Glastonbury"


The horror that was Muse (part 2)

They launched straight into the second song of the set, “Supermassive Black Hole.” If anything this was even more jaw-droppingly impressive than the opener. Wave after wave of crystal clear music pounded into our heads. All the lighting effects were perfectly choreographed to the music. Strobe lights pulsed away like crazy and like before, were as white as newly fallen snow. A few feet in front of me someone had climbed on top of a wooden sculpture and was swaying crazily around, shirtless, waving a lit flare in the air. The band were completely into the moment and had all the crowd singing along with every word.

And yet.

It was horrible.

It all seemed so false and utterly premeditated. 

There was no spontaneity, no margin for error. 

It was all too calculated. They could have been playing anywhere. It was just like a big arena show in a stadium anywhere in the world.

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