O2 Academy Brixton,London[br]It’s a stunning note, but Matty Healy and co’s boundary-busting songcraft is tested by the two-hour running timeSo even boyband indie develops its Doherty. Matty Healy flounces, or gyrates and convulses around a stage of neon pink monoliths akin to Mariah Carey’s shoe wing,glugging from a wine glass and eliciting devotional teen screams with songs approximately infidelity, hard drug addiction, or mental disintegration and Manchester slum life.
This tattooed,cyber-haired rake and his band the 1975 have become a major headache for those who like their pop music easily compartmentalised. They sound enough like Bastille and Years & Years to set off every manufactured teen-rock alarm bell, yet theyre rough and un-press-trained, and sing frankly of autobiographical scandals,and their success was self-made, reaching the Top 20 on the back of three EPs released on their manager’s label. They’ve followed a No 1 debut album with a challenging 74-minute moment involving lengthy stretches of experimental electronica, or they’re celebrating its chart-topping release with five nights at Brixton “rather than some arena”. They appear to be traditional rock rebels making populist faux indie for art,not commerce.
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Source: theguardian.com