Originally Posted by Becks12
He wasn't like that at Reading, but they only had a short spot to might have been focused on getting as many songs in as possible. No time for swaggers!
The apology video he did said he had some problems he had to address so hopefully he'll sort himself out soon.
Back to Foos, I've just been sent the review in the FT, I'll type it here but I'm missing the end bit. The show only got rated 3/5 and they were referred to as a meat and potatoes band! Doesn't sound like the journo is a fan. or has been to a Foos show before.
"Lots of people like meat and potatoes. They like a burger and chips, sausage and mash, leg of lam and roast spuds. And lots of people like meat and potatoes rock, music thats solid and reliable, guaranteed not to surprise with unfamiliar spice. So many people like it that Foo Fighters could sell out two nights at the London Stadium, around 150,000 tickets, 15 years after they first graduated to headlining outdoor shows in the UK.
There were times when the meat potatoes on offer was a very decent steak frites. Dave grohl has an undeniable talent for songs that are just enough - just passionate enough, just angry enough, just melancholy enough, just surprising enough in their chord changes - without ever being too much to scare of any potential fans.
And Grohl, ever amiable - though for some reason, talking in an accent that made him sound like a cross between the aggressively camp Paul Stanley of Kiss and the butler from some antebellum set movie from the 1930's - was well aware that his job was as much as carnival barker as bandleader. "Ladies and gentlemen" he bellowed early on, "do you know why we're here tonight? We're here to plat some rock n roll music! Do you wanna hear some rock and roll music?" In fact, despite his professed desire to play some rock n roll music, one of the curious things that Foo Fighters spent an awful lot of time not playing rock n roll music.
Five songs in, Taylor Hawkins drum riser rose towards the lighting rig on stilts and - dear God no, he launched into a drum solo. Four more songs, and it was time for a series of band introductions so interminable - encompassing either snippets or the entirety of seven cover versions - that in the meantime trees turned into coal and civilisations rose and fell. Hidden away in those long, long minutes was the evenings funniest moment when Grohl spoke over the piano introduction of "Imagine" of his desire to spread peace and love across the world, and how the crowd should sing along with him, before singing the lyrics of Van Halens "Jump" straightfaced ti the tune of John Lennons song.
There was so much flab that it rather made a mockery of Groh's insistence that the band wanted to play as many songs as possible. Cut out the monologues, the needless solos, the false endings, the extended endings, and Foo Fighters could easily have crammed in another 7-8 into their two and a half hours on stage. Few present seemed to mind, it should be said — the air was punched, choruses were hollered back at the stage — but in a week when it had been possible to see first*David Byrne’s extraordinary, immersive performances and then*Taylor Swift’s gargantuan stadium extravaganza, this felt like the 1970s revisited. And not in a good way.
But then Grohl set aside the chatter and the noodling and entered a thrilling closing run of hits — “Monkey Wrench”, “This Is a Call”, “Best of You” and “Everlong” among them — that made one understand the loyalty of the fans, even if one couldn’t share it