Date: Thursday 17 July, 2008, 20:15 hrs
Venue: MEN Arena
Face Value: £50 I think
Gig Buddy: PhilDescribing a Kylie show without pictures is like shouting underwater - almost impossible (try it if you don't believe me). So, I took my camera to the gig and from our seats in the second tier we had a decent view to capture the show. I have a real fondness for the Kylie brand: never in the tabloids for slating other artists, didn't seek masses of publicity for her cancer battle and though her shows are very sexy, doesn't fall out of a nightclub at 2am without underwear. Also, she's an artist that doesn't shy away from her more kitschy background.
I must confess though, I have never seen Kylie perform live and whilst I've always enjoyed the crafty pop tunes she's churned out over the years, I've never been convinced that she can sing very well. Maybe I'm tainted by her appearances with sister Dannii on a 1980's program called Young Talent Time. Never the less, I'm settled in for the show at the MEN arena. The lights go out and it's clear just how many of those glowing naff feathery sticks that have been flogged outside. (And feather boas - puh-lease people, even I know that this ain't going to be 'Showgirl' style tonight.)
So, Kylie takes to the stage after a grand light show introduction standing on the rim of a giant bicycle wheel looking thing. (Told you this was hard to describe without pictures). I'll call this: Act One: Star Wars. The dancers are clad in black PVC and wear Darth Vadar kind of helmets. It works though and the effect is mesmerising. The crowd are already in a frenzy.
Petals (like a Cherry Blossom I guess) are constantly falling from overhead and towards the end of this set get much heavier.
The end of the show is upon us, but time to 'Get Back In Time'. Gay overtones anyone?
Hard to beat a Kylie show - though the girl on Phil's right didn't smile the entire night. And the big burly guy in front of us had a fight with a female in their party. He yelled at her to 'Fuck Off' and I was nervous that he might punch 4 shades of shit out of her, but instead he sat down and started to cry. Yep, sobbed like a little girl for 3 songs. I wish I'd told her to fuck off too - she stood up in front of me and blocked my view some of the time with her mannish dancing.
Overall: go go go - see this if you get the chance, it's the reason why we pay £50 for a ticket. Seems excessive, but you get a lotta show for it.
Rating: 5 shiny disco balls. And a massive hug to Phil for not hesitating to hold my handbag for me as the only straight guy in the arena.
Overall: go go go - see this if you get the chance, it's the reason why we pay £50 for a ticket. Seems excessive, but you get a lotta show for it.
Rating: 5 shiny disco balls. And a massive hug to Phil for not hesitating to hold my handbag for me as the only straight guy in the arena.
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