With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Justin Timberlake: Birmingham NIA : Monday 1 December
We luv Justin an fink he iz buff and da coolest... so does everyone else in the Midlands
‘I’m Loving It’ was end of part one in the Justin Timberlake story, and here, in Birmingham’s National Indoor Arena (it’s where they used to film Gladiators, you know) we await the beginning of part two. "Hello Birming-Hem!" he grins. Justin Timberlake always grins, apart from the times when he’s looking rugged. And after practically wasting ‘Rock Your Body’ at the start, he requests, rather rhetorically "is there anybody out there tonight who would be my girlfriend?!" The boys scream in the affirmative just as much as the girls. Those are the kind of special powers this kid possesses.
We should point out here that this is exactly the same show as Justin’s dragged round the country once before. Not that that especially matters. Where Madonna’s stadium shows these days involve high art conceptual ‘pieces’, and Kylie Minogue’s reinvented the sci-fi extravaganza, Justin Timberlake’s skill has always been to make these enormodomes feel just like the sweaty bar-room in the ‘Senorita’ video. So while there’s all the hallmarks of stadium pop (costume changes, pyro, gigantic cranes) the impetus is always on the performance, and it’s Justin Timberlake’s credit that he never stops looking like he’s, ahem, loving it.
And the music too, can easily match the package; the drenched, industrial reading of ‘Cry Me A River’ is as breathtaking as former *NSync ballad ‘Gone’. And ‘Like I Love You’ the greatest pop song of the last decade. In fact, it’s so good that it would be far too easy to say that he’s ballsed it all up by recording a rubbish song and emblazoning all his merchandise with the dreaded golden arches. Because Justin Timberlake is better than that. But if the difference between a true artist and an anything-for-money showpony is the ability to resist that kind of temptation, then maybe Justin’s saving us all more heartache in the longrun. For longer than anyone expected, he’s trod the pop/cred tightrope with more nous than anybody since Madonna, and nobody can take that away. But still, you think, the best thing he could possibly do now would be to go back to *NSync.
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