Live music: Kings of Leon live @ Festival Hall, Melbourne
Wall-to-wall with sweaty limbs, Festival Hall was crammed with anticipation on a particularly balmy night in Melbourne. Inside the pit, the temperature continued to rise as more people crammed their way to the front. Tightly packed bodies swayed in and out, all jostling for best position until a thunderous roar of screams filled the air - the Kings of Leon had arrived and I was pumped. And no doubt, so too were the 2,000 skinny black jean-clad fans that filled the hall. So how was it? How did one of the most talked about bands of late, perform to a sold out venue? Disappointing is
Nonetheless, the gig did have its moments. This is the Kings of Leon after all – a band that, let’s face it, manage to write a foray of incredibly catchy tunes. The four lads opened up with Knocked Up, the opener off their latest album, Because Of the Times, then followed this up with Taper Jean Girl which successfully got the crowd to sing along. You could even argue that it was worth it all just to see Charmer, Molly’s Chamber and Four Kicks performed live, even if the band never dares deviate from the studio take on the album. They say every great band should leave you wanting more, but in this case a fair proportion of the crowd would have left feeling short-changed. Sorry, fellas, but simply turning up to perform does not constitute a good performance. Let’s hope when they return next time, they’ll give their fans something to actually sing about.
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Underwhelming, is the other. To put it in a sentence, a rather introverted half-hearted performance, which didn’t quite live up to the hype. For a start, nothing prepared me for their refusal to engage with a devoted audience, their lack of communication, and the air of “fuck we’re cool” which permeated the entire show. Where was the energy? The presence? The charisma? Weren’t the Kings of Leon here to give us something back for our hard-earned cash? In short, they looked tired and over it. Perhaps their relentless touring schedule finally got the better of them. Whatever it was, the performance seemed to lack the energy and punch that a headline act of this stature should possess. Obviously not priding themselves on showmanship, all four Fellowill brothers were oblivious to their onstage presence, or lack there of. For the entire show drummer Nathan perfunctorily tapped his way through each song, chewed gum and blew bubbles while guitarist Matthew brazenly lit cigarettes and devoted more attention to his straightened hair than his onstage performance.










