- Muse, Black Holes & Revelations tour
Venue: Newcastle Metro Arena
Without a doubt the best gig i've ever been to. My Ex, Gay Claire, bum fluff-sporting lanky sexy beast (Jeffers) and I hit Newcastle Metro radio arena to see Muse last (sunday) night. With a queue that ran half way round the external perimiter of the building 15 mins before door opened, me stood in the bitingly cold wind and nasty spitting rain of durham, freezing our ASSES off. Still, due to a high of wine, Muse and lucozade tablets we cared little while we moved frustratingly slowly towards the doors.
Inside, as we were in the first few hundred of people, it was relatively empty. While Jeffers and I got excited when we discovered that later next month the Winter Wedding Show will be coming to the radio arena, the girls took in the sight of their very first arena.
Skipping through to after we had got our spots, standing dead centre about 5 rows from the front of the stage, I was oversome with occasional thoughts of "In a couple of hours Matt Bellamy is going to be standing right on this stage in front of me". Having only seen them from a greater distance before, this was an exciting prospect for me.
The support band, the Noisettes, were ok. Nothing particularly stood out, and I was trying not to be irritated by the lead vocalist's constant screaming and shouting and general frolicking about the stage. (picking up the mic stand and dropping it is NOT cool. ever.)
in the ensuing gap, Jeffers and I headed over to the bar, and on our return fought our way through the crowd - a difficult feat with some Geordie wankers attempting to block our path at every opportunity - to with a frustratingly-close metre of the girls. Managing to feel just about content with being at least able to see my (then) girlfriend, I settled into my crowded and confined spot and psyched myself up for the moment everyone in that arena had been waiting for. The lights went down, the curtain dropped, and a spectacular backdrop of screens, stars and lights was revealed. As the synth arpeggios of Take A Bow began to ring out over the arena in waves of excitement almost as visible as the light displays on stage, a spotlight picked up Bellamy as he stalked on stage looking Oh So Very Sexy (as i remarked to the group over a drink in a bar after the gig, if there was one man in the world I'd sleep with, it would be him. Come on, you would, wouldn't you).
There was an almost audible gasp as the mysterious looking odd-shaped display on the left of the stage began to rise, revealing the beaming face and beautiful kit of drummer Dominic Howard. The light show built up as Bellamy's voice powered over the crowd, filling every corner of the arena. The cobwebs were surely blown out last night. Chris Wolstenholme, with his nodding head and precision fingers, brought in that progressively more powerful baseline, with shadowed "fourth member" Morgan at the decks, bringing in that signature high-pitched whine, leading into a blaze of light as Bellamy struck the first chord on that beautiful guitar of his. The crowd went crazy, and i know i wasn't the only one totally awestruck as i gazed upon what can only be described as Gods (and thats strong words from an atheist).
The band played hit after hit after hit, leaving almost no gap. The only calmer songs were Invinvible and Forced In, giving the crowd a much-needed breather from jumping around like madmen (and women). It seemed like every single person standing was involved in that mosh, to the poor people in seats it must have looked like one huge pulsating animal, moving in unison to the beat of the veritable audio orgy coming from the arena's PA system. It was like sex for the ears.
Take a Bow
Butterflies & Hurricanes
Assassin (with outro)
Map of the problematique
Forced In (leading in to...)
Time is Running Out
Supermassive Black Hole
Plug In Baby
Knights of Cydonia
Kights of Cydonia was officially the best closing song ever.