Kasabian, O2 Academy
TEN months ago they were headlining a euphoric V Festival. A couple of sprogs later with a new album in waiting the Leicester lads were back for one of just three ‘intimate’ shows, including this return to the former Roxy.
With some diehards camping out overnight to be first for a ticket, enthusiasm was a factor not in short supply as the band fired up with Club Foot. Then it never is.
Last here filling Sheffield’s arena, Kasabian have evolved into a festival giant, making Shoot The Runner and Empire sound all the more explosive for being squeezed into this packed, sticky room.
Of course, this was not just a case of Kasabian reminding us just how thrilling they can be on stage, but also the testing ground for a sprinkling of new tunes.
First of the bunch, Velociraptor, didn’t come with the most enlightening of lyrics, but that’s never mattered too much with ringmaster Tom Meighan leading the charge.
The newie slotted in without stealing momentum, as did Donna Summer’s I Feel Love, cleverly grafted onto Stuntman in a set that was largely a greatest hits selection.
With Fire served up as the finale, sweaty, suitably roused Academics and lager-lined bro-manctics filed out of the big white building chanting like they’d been to rock’s equivalent of a cup final.
All bodes well for album number four.