Foo Fighters light up the night
DAVE Grohl and the Foo Fighters gave the fans what they wanted playing old favourites and some classic covers. They certainly didn’t disappoint.
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ONLY the Foo Fighters can play a stadium-sized backyard BBQ.
There they are set up at the end of the yard, annoying the neighbours with their raucous rock ‘n’ roll while 52,000 mates pump their fists, clap their hands and scream along to songs they have loved for 20 years.
The American rockers brought a few bells and whistles for their ANZ Stadium gig.
The giant screens, the light towers, the speakers that could beam this rock noise all the way to the beaches and back. The revolving B stage was cool too.
But strip that all away and you have Dave Grohl, his consummate musician mates and adoring, happy fans hanging out for two-and-a-half hours while they jam on a bunch of rock belters, anthems and ballads.
Your potty-mouthed host is part ringmaster, part punk kid who just can’t believe this is his day job.
He’s the top bloke who makes sure every nerd is as much a part as the cool kids.
While the Foos should probably be playing a handful of songs from their latest record Sonic Highways to keep the accountants happy by promoting album sales, Grohl drew widely from their 20 year career.
From This Is A Call, Monkey Wrench, Breakout and My Hero to more recent offerings Walk, Arlandria and Something From Nothing, it was a comprehensive overview of a brilliant career.
And with plenty of room for covers including a guest spot from Rage Against The Machine drummer, a dash of AC/DC and my personal favourite Queen and David Bowie’s Under Pressure.
“If you don’t know it. I can’t be your friend,” Grohl said.
Whether pulling off a death metal scream or a Freddie Mercury falsetto, Grohl has your attention.
He wants to entertain; he does. He probably doesn’t intend to inspire; he does. He expects you to be as sweaty and exhausted; you are. He commands you to sing, you do. Loudly.
“It’s going to be a long f***ing night,” he warned at the beginning.
Far from it. We could have danced and rocked and screamed all night.
Originally published as Foo Fighters light up the night