Headlining Reading, the Arctic Monkeys had the masses flocking to other tents. With this massive slap in the face in mind, I was willing to give them a second chance at Wembley. In their shaggy haired and scruffy glory the four lads donned the stage ready for the fans to devour their lyrics. Jumping into 'A Certain Romance' through 'Sketchead' to 'Crying Lightning' the crowd had ample time to become a sweat- and beer-soaked mess. Fans launched themselves about the arena with reckless abandon meanwhile the seated crowd jumped up now feeling part of the scene.
Regrettably, it was downhill from there. Too many slow, moaning ballads kept the crowd in a limbo of anticipation for the next beer-throwing, body-slamming mosh. So far the Northern lads were failing epically, yet again! 'I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor' lifted some spirits after having to listen to relatively unknown songs that failed to grasp attention. The second to last song performed was 'When The Sun Goes Down' which is still ultimately a shit-hot tune yet their finale however was far from that. A disappointing anti-climax of a less than steller performance, the ballad was unrecognisable and yawn-worthy. In retrospect they failed to play 'Dancing Shoes', or 'Fake Tales of San Francisco', leaving some with an inadequate feeling of parting with £32.50, as well as precious Festival season time.
Regrettably, it was downhill from there. Too many slow, moaning ballads kept the crowd in a limbo of anticipation for the next beer-throwing, body-slamming mosh. So far the Northern lads were failing epically, yet again! 'I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor' lifted some spirits after having to listen to relatively unknown songs that failed to grasp attention. The second to last song performed was 'When The Sun Goes Down' which is still ultimately a shit-hot tune yet their finale however was far from that. A disappointing anti-climax of a less than steller performance, the ballad was unrecognisable and yawn-worthy. In retrospect they failed to play 'Dancing Shoes', or 'Fake Tales of San Francisco', leaving some with an inadequate feeling of parting with £32.50, as well as precious Festival season time.
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