I’ve written gig reviews before. Usually, I tell you what was good and what wasn’t. This time you decide: What was so brilliant about Kasabian at Doncaster Dome?
Was it the way the band nonchalantly strolled on stage to the Jaws theme tune before launching straight into their customary high octane performance, leading with Days Are Forgotten?
Was it that they grabbed everybody’s attention with a familiar opening salvo, and then just as everybody was getting comfortable, threw a curve-ball by playing the first album classic Reason Is Treason, a welcome return to the set list.
Maybe it was the way that the elongated, mystical intro to the sublime I.D. melted into the evening’s proceedings, or the outrageous Clockwork Orange trumpet solo that preceded Take Aim. Or the stunning deployment of the rare B-side Black Whistler, that just for a moment or two silenced an awe-struck audience.
Perhaps the highlight was Serge asking the local townsfolk: “How are you doing, you Yorkshire puddings?” Or when he volleyed a stray beach ball back out into the crowd mid-set.
Or maybe when Tom Meighan, realising early on just how mad-for-it the crowd were, picked up his mic stand and held it aloft, enticing the public to sing his band’s own songs back to him.
It’s hard to conceive that so much action could take place in one night in what was essentially a sports hall. And yet we haven’t even mentioned the stunning rendition of Fatboy Slim’s Praise You that segued seamlessly and beautifully into the Kasabian favourite L.S.F. Such was the brilliance and boisterousness of the occasion, it’s hardly a surprise that the room was at this point filled with a pink haze as somebody held a smoke flare into the Doncaster night.
But with their adoring fans on the ropes from the pulsating performance, maybe the peak of the night was the encore; designed surely to finish off a wounded animal. A thumping, energy-sapping hat-trick of heavy hits. Switchblade Smiles, Vlad The Impaler, and Fire. To hold a crowd for such a duration of time is an achievement in itself, and yet to command them as Serge did and have them obey is something else. “I wanna see everyone in this room jumping as high as they fucking can”, he ordered. And jump they did.
An incredible end to a quite remarkable performance. But the entire thing has left me scratching my head… just what was the best bit about it? I can’t decide, but then do I really need to? For me, the entire evening was just one huge highlight.
Were you there? What was your highlight?