With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Foo Fighters: Dublin Olympia
It's ridiculous, hilarious and quite inspired...
"I've always been of the opinion that you if wanna watch rock'n'roll and sit down at the same time, then you rent the Woodstock movie", says Dave Grohl, with playful scorn to the stiffs up in the Olympia's circle. "If you guys don't get out of your seats, I'll personally come up there and see to it myself." The audience titters, but guess what? He wasn't joking. During 'Stacked Actors', the Foos take it down to a low rumble. Grohl leaps onto a speaker at the right of the stage and proceeds to tightrope across the ledges of the theatre boxes, somehow finding his way right up onto the balcony where he is greeted by fans fainting at his feet. Some five minutes later, he's back onstage, a hero to all, back up on his drum-kit for another duel. It's ridiculous, hilarious and quite inspired.
Alas, after the righteous marriage of tune and noise that is 'Monkey Wrench', it all descends into a torturously overplayed travesty. Daft drum solos, stupid hats, bad jokes, rawk on duuuuudes. No really, Foo Fighters are taking the piss, playing the goofball card. They're all ace musicians, and this appears to give them licence to arse around, stop a song and start it up again after ten minutes of arseing around. Worse still, they begin the encore by 'attempting' to play both 'Message In A Bottle' and 'SOS', but they can't really play the tunes, they're just goofing around. Pointless bollocks.
And then there's 'This Is A Call', the glorious debut single rendered a sprawling mess, absurdly interrupted with dumb-ass drum solos and more wacky skits, when really it was meant to be a pummelling catchy-fast-catchy-fast bolt of punk-pop lightning. Most of the kids are cheering on this farce, and some of them look nonplussed and unimpressed that this is what it has come to: bad cabaret.
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