The way I flew home last night from Brooklyn, you would have thought I was tripping. But no, that is just the kind of high that an Editors concert gives you. The consensus after the show was, this band is going to be selling out stadiums come a couple of years.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, let me start at the beginning.
My friend and I get in line to go into the show and behind us are two older couples. I notice they are speaking in a British accent. ‘I wonder if they are the Editors parents?’ I whisper to my friend. Sure enough. Mom said, ‘The boys will be happy, there are lots of pretty girls here.’ ‘Yeah, but they are all here for Stellastarr*’ replied Dad. Believe me, no they aren’t Dad. Does that mean they are single and get with groupies? Because I am all over that piece of information.
The Warsaw is a great place to see a show. It is like going to see a concert in your middle school gymnasium, replete with bake sale table… except the mothers are pushing pierogies and beer instead of brownies and punch.
My crew and I sat down to some unpronounceable Polish beer and a plate of pierogies and sauerkraut, sitting through the first couple of Stellastarr* songs while we ate. Eventually though, the music lured us into the hall and, just like last night, we found ourselves bopping away.
We were all surprised to see that Stellastarr* were opening for Editors. Is Stellastarr* more of a hometown phenomenon than international success? Nonetheless, it was good to see them for a second night in a row. Their set was obviously shorter, giving the audience a single burst of high energy pleasure. The audience in the beginning wasn’t having much of it until the end when the band played ‘Jenny’ and suddenly it was like everyone realised, ‘Oh right, I DO like this band.’
Let me express how well a lead singer I think Shawn Christensen is. His voice is brilliant and his passion for the music is so evident in every song he sings. He really carries this group.
All in all, another solid set. Stellastarr* aren’t my favourite band, but they do put on a great live show.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: the album does not do the Editors half the justice that the live act does. Live, you suddenly find yourself dancing to every tune, screaming during every pause and begging for more once it’s all over.
In the beginning, Tom Smith revved up the crowd by showing his own enthusiasm for the show, he screamed into the audience. He did so with such boyish charm and joy that it succeeded in setting the tone for the audience’s reaction the rest of the evening; all across the auditorium were screams and whistles amongst a sea of bopped heads.
Because of Smith’s undenyable good looks, I wouldn’t be surprised if at the show on the 30th, there were a significant amount more of tween groupies lining the stage. Last night I could see the beginnings of that happening already.
The setlist looked sort of something like this:
Lights/Blood/All Sparks/Fall/Bullets/Camera/You Are Fading/Munich Encore: Someone Says/Fingers in the Factories
I came out of the show sweating, smiling and holding Tom Smith’s guitar pick. It was a great night in Brooklyn. All you going to the 30th show are in for a treat.
Did you forget already?
