supp. Idlewild - The National Ice Centre, Nottingham
is in some ways like Monaco, but I always thought that when they raced
around Monaco they did at least shut the roads off first! But when the
authorities cast their 'wild card' and with lights flashing tear past
their 'competitors', all comers better take cover, as well as their lives
in their hands.
So when we did eventually arrive at the National Ice Centre, Lower Parliament
Street, Nottingham, Idlewild had already taken to the stage by the time
the Atomicduster contingency found their seats, but what a welcome we
were offered. This band certainly knew how to perform. 'Rock' sensibilities
intact the group cut a swathe through those who had found their way to
the auditorium, but something was missing. The glitz and the glamour of
a headline band just wasn't there, not that they were in any way lacking
in this quarter, it's just that the ticket had confused with a band called
'special guests'. Maybe next time guys.
But who was I kidding, the name at the head of tonight's ticket was one
'Coldplay' and maybe it was only a group such as 'Coldplay' who would
carry enough weight to demand a ticket price of £18.50. And were
they everything that a polished album such as their latest, 'A Rush Of
Blood To The Head', might've expected them to be? With pyrotechnics heading
the start of tonight's performance, would certainly have suggested so,
but standing at what could have been no more than 15cm tall, from my perspective
at least, Coldplay have certainly traveled a long journey since I first
saw them at a sweat filled Princess Charlotte in Leicester. The band can
perform to the same quality as months in the studio might warrant, but
has it really been just 3 short years and 2 albums that have seen them
take this giant leap?
I suppose 'polished' is the key word here, maybe even slightly sanitised,
as a group you once could've talked to as they proceeded through an audience
on the way to the stage, move further and further from reach. I'm not
begrudging them their success and have this group made of themselves everything
that was expected of them and more, it's just that sometimes I like to
eat my chips from the newspaper wrapping.