Only a certain kind of act can really pull that off. The Killers can pull off just about anything at the moment.
Lets start by saying going to Wembley always feels a bit special. Just because it is so big really. Having eyed the weather forecast for a week luckily rain had turned to just occasional drizzle so we couldn't complain. And this would be the closest I will come to being on Wembley's hallowed turf (well they do cover the pitch, but it was beneath my feet somewhere).
I went with a colleague and his cousin, and we arrived in time for a drink and to catch some of the opening act, James. I have seen James a few times now, unsurprisingly as they play lots of festivals. My problem with them is that they do think they are rather more important band that they are. A handful of decent tunes with only "Sit Down" as a truly great song.
Next on were Gaslight Anthem, a new act to me. Lead singer has a great rock voice, but there was a lack of great songs to match. A poor man's Kings of Leon.
So to the main act. We had got ourselves into a decent position about the edge of the penalty area when a woman just behind us decided to collapse in a pool of her own vomit. I say "decide" but of course it wasn't a conscious decision, not least as she wasn't conscious. But clearly she had just drunk herself into a stupor. Why does someone spend £50 on a ticket to see something and then get so pissed they see nothing at all? Stay at home with a bottle love - cheaper for you and less annoying for the rest of us. Needless to say you can hardly call for a mop in the middle of a crowd of thousands. But the space that unsurprisingly opened up behind us was soon filled, someone improvising with pizza boxes to cover the offending mess.
Then on came the Killers and for another unfathomable reason someone decided to chuck a pint of beer in the air (well sort of understandable in that it is Carling, probably the worst lager in the world with the best marketing strategy which they can only sell at gigs like this because they don't allow any other beers. But if you are going to spend a fiver on what is essentially piss, please at least take your nasty medicine internally). In any event, most of the contents seemed to end up on my bald patch. But, even though drenched in lager, still this was a night not be missed.
It used to be lighters swaying in the crowd, now its mobile phones. Much safer and more hygenic |
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