Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Via Dictionary.com
The certain height of the concert of yesterday at night in the Great Lesson, the first one of the National in Portugal is of festivaleiro context, Matt Berninger commented the “semblante” of the room that received the band. “It seems that I am in the ONU”, joked, in its skill vacant dislocated and apological, at who it laughs at a joke whispered to the ear. “I feel the Colin Powell”, strengthened later, still on the “face” little rock of the Great Lesson. “If you were the Colin Powell, put you daqui for it are”, answered the violinista and teclista to it Padma Newsome, an important part of studio of the National and still more essential element of palco, as yesterday if it could prove. The Great Lesson can, effectively, not to seem the small farm more “cool” of the world to the eyes of an outsider, but concert of the National, depleted was a scene to the height for aguardadíssimo has some months (with from there proceeding “the candongueiras” implications). If the solemnity of the room favored the intimismo moments and calmness, as “Daughters of the Soho Riots”, “Gospel” or “Wasp Nest”, the biggest explosions of energy rock - and they had not been few - had not found impediments of greater in the aura of comfort of the Great Lesson. Certainly that in a space without chairs the celebration and catarse the one that the music of the National (also) invites would have been materialized of another form, but they had not been the cadeirões of the doutorais to hinder Matt Berninger of, “sucked” for the fans, to burst plateia adentro during the inevitable “Mr. November”.The night started with “Brainy”, of the most recent Boxer, and “Secret Meeting” of Alligator, the record that, makes three years now, got passionate half world indie. Since soon, the band seemed bet in keeping for the end of each subject the tension that if goes accumulating, for times of almost imperceptible form, since initial verses and chords (recognized almost always to the first one for an anxious plateia for entering in the game). She is then that the guitars of the brothers blow up Aaron and Bryce, as well as the violin of Padma Newsome, for times melancholic candy and, others brandishhed as if an electric guitar if she dealt with. “Mistaken Will be Strangers”, as single of Boxer, finished with the reserves of many them spectators - all the first line it anfiteatro if raised to celebrate the arrival of the subterranean “hit” - and would give to place the “Baby We' ll Be Fine”, the desarmante song of Alligator, whose refrão-gallows (“I' m so sorry will be everything”) if listened in choir in the Great Lesson. Matt Berninger, that the more to the will goes being more trôpego if it shows, used to advantage then to confess “the comfortable” quão the National if they feel in Portugal since the first one visits to our country (in the Festival Walls of Coura, in 2005). “In other small farms we feel that the people in them are there to judge, but always were very well received here”, affirmed.One will say that any band drinks of its public, and vice versa, but when we speak of a deeply emotional band - and something volatile - as the National and of a sedenta plateia of interactividade as the Portuguese, this dynamics becomes more central espectáculo. Small we mimos as of Berninger they had helped then the concert to grow of enthusiasm, of part the part: “Slow Show”, on melódica and everything, counted on the aid of the people in recta final of the letter (enxertada to a song of the first album of the band, “29 Years”), to the step that the fabulosa “Squalor Victoria”, that to the living creature it measures more three meters of what in record, gave to show the first desvarios of the vocalista, grasped to the microphone of obsessive form and the returns with you leave as “this isn' t working, you, my middlebrow fuck-up”.In that it was the first concert of the new digressão of the band, the six musicians delayed, for times, some time to decide which the song that if would follow in the alignment. Few would better have used to advantage the psychopathic energy of “Squalor Victoria” of what “Abel”, one of the waited moments more of any concert of the National, drawee to the indispensable Alligator, that yesterday resulted to a thousand wonders. Of the shout of “My mind' s not right” the National and its acólitos had passed, with a leg to the coasts, for the sequência bittersweet, and almost acoustics, of “Wasp Nest”, “Racing Like the Pro” and “Ada”, sorvidas with devotion (and some palminhas) for a Great Lesson astonished clearly. For this height, a band in full state of grace - and excellent form became evident that this age - to touch at the certain moment for the certain people. The place left to have importance and “Apartment Story”, false lightweight of Boxer, unclasped in palco and the throats of gifts, becoming one of the moments inesquecíveis of the night. “Daughters of the Soho Riots”, with the words of Berninger to echo drop the drop in the walls of the Great Lesson and the cardiac battery in way “beaten”, had the waited emotional impact, but it was “Fake Empire”, of the most recent Boxer, to arrasar the hearts of afectos to the National cause, with its woolen entrance in pezinhos and the last explosion, plus one, of guitars, mismanaged battery and violin, which comet tail in song form. Unit.“Start the War” marked the first farewell of the band, who would only come back toward one encore where the Green Gloves”, “Gospel” and “About Today” had fit gorgeous “. But the image that more spectators will keep in the memory - wants in the mental one, wants in the one of the telemóveis and the photographic machines - it will be of Berninger to trepar doutorais it are, prisoner for the wire of the microphone, supported not for cheerleaders, as it prays the letter of the song, but for the intent and astonished arms of the fans. Behind it, all a Great Lesson in foot and of arms in air, subscribing the full pulmões the abysmal oath of “I won't fuck US to over/I'm Mr. November”. It seems badly not to have touched “All The Wine” or “Lit Up”? Yes. But that “Mr. November”, swaying, furious and extreme, everything compensated and were the one mirror lisonjeiro espectáculo later to remember.
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