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*NSYNC : LA Rose Bowl
*NSYNC rock the house...
And 60,000 throats are going to be sore, sore, sore after tonight, because this 110-minute show, even without the costume changes, giant video screens, conveyer belt stages, confetti bursts and free glowsticks, is a pulsating, sonic-tremor-inducing pop explosion.
Amiable harmonies sung by perky-bottomed, taut-chested, 20-somethings may be nothing new to anyone who's had to live through Bros, Five and Ant & Dec. But here in America, it's still something of a novelty - one that's fast catching on. Tonight *NSYNC are playing to their biggest crowd and making the most of it.
There's uniform crotch-grabbing and mirror-image floor-humping on 'Space Cowboy (Yippie-Yi-Yay)'. There may be no Take That arse-revealing red leather devil trousers, but they do perform 'Tearin' Up My Heart' and 'Digital Get Down' in kinky doctor coats and monk habits. It's typical boy-band fodder, bolstered by the band themselves fair belting out the hits, while intermittently spanking their behinds. Nothing that hasn't been seen before, but the scale is just bigger all the time.
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