(Originally published on Counterfeit Magazine, available here)
Testosterone is flung to the wall as they romp through ‘Shoot The Runner’ and ‘Underdog’ to near hysteria before bringing on a skeleton-costumed mini orchestra for a fantastic rendition of ‘Where Did All The Love Go’. As the strong day-glo imagery projects bizarre wording and random phrases (‘trackie’ ‘commit no nuisance’,‘skeggy’), an oddly retro punk ethos tints proceedings, a definite two-fingers in the air atmosphere. Well, if punk was arena-sized, platinum selling and constantly banging on about ‘aving it’, that is.
As always, the strength of tonight’s gig is in the kinship of Kasabian’s duel frontmen. Serge Pizzorno, all flailing limbs, maracas and a sewn-on fox’s tail, is the perfect partner for Tom Meighan’s straighter shtick and surprisingly powerful voice. They look to each other regularly, drinking in the screams of audience and cavorting their way through the deranged funhouse that is ‘eez-eh’, arguably one of the most memorable songs of the year.