Had a very un-DiS weekend.
Last Thursday's gig was... Kings of Leon. Presented with limited options by my gf, I opted for Hyde Park over some sweaty rock festival in Vienna. It was a nice evening, I was pleasantly drunk after a planned lazy day working from home had turned mildly stressful and KoL seemed slightly plumper men than they once were but they played a selection of their unmemorable songs in a supremely competent manner which went down well with their many fans.
Was pleasantly surprised with Pixies support turn. Last time I saw them they were very much going through the motions but this was an aggressive, heads down sprint through as many songs as they could remember with some unexpected detours into the byways of their back catalogue.
Sunday night's gig was ... U2 at Twickenham, which we stumbled across tickets for that afternoon.
Blah, blah, Bongo's a knob, etc. My first ever gig was U2 at Murrayfield when my mum took me to the original Joshua Tree tour so you can all get fucked because this was amazing.
Larry walking out, sitting down and launching straight into Sunday Bloody Sunday was a perfect opening. Seeing them play songs like Exit and Mothers of the Disappeared which I never imagined I'd hear live was amazing. A few too many post-2000 tracks in the second half but I was still swept up by the mood and the sincere dedication to Jo Cox was something genuine which I couldn't really imagine coming from AC/DC or whatever other useless pricks normally play these venues.
About the only thing I didn't like was them making me think they were going to do another proper song but instead wheeling out Noel Gallagher for some karaoke shite. I've since learned that this makes me a terrible person.