The Foals are a very good band. I like them a lot.
If you don't know what their music is like, let me try to describe it to you: take a large dollop of The Cure, stir in some Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath, and the tiniest bit of Dire Straits (can't believe I just typed that), mix vigorously into a trance and spread onto the stage with a fabulous light show. Great!
But, and here's the rub: an hour and twenty minutes does not a concert make. It was far, far too short. Musicality ten out of ten. Value for money, zero. I can only imagine that as it was the last night of their tour, they were very tired and their mothers had told them to come home as they have school in the morning.
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Tuesday, 12 November 2013
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