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Kasabian

Hailing from Leicester, boisterous indie rock band Kasabian formed in 1999, taking the UK by storm. Still booming in 2013 and having sold out the Bridlington Spa venue, their waiting crowd was revved up and ready for a full-on, powerful gig. Kasabian fans don't mess about; the pubs and bars around the Spa were all heaving, people spilling out like beans falling off toast into the partly police-lined streets.

The Spa itself is a great venue, well laid out, well lit, fully staffed, contemporary and organised like a military operation. We miss the support act but arrive in time to hear the theme tune to Saturday 'Grandstand', evoking strange but warm memories of childhood and a fuzzy telly featuring a younger Des Lynam. The song has a huge, and no doubt desired, effect on the fans; they chant along to the melody of the theme tune, warming them up nicely for rapturous applause and thunderous cheer as Kasabian casually wander onto the stage and pick up their instruments. "Hello Bridlington Spa" shouts lead singer Tom Meighan, "I wanna to see you f****** dance!"

The crowd responds with an almighty "Whooooooooooooooop" and bang! They are launched into their opening song, 'Days are forgotten'. The light show kicks off in tandem with the first chord struck, for the first time of many that the blinding lights hit the back of my eyes, bright white, almost strobe like, slowly building throughout. The first ten rows are jumping in time to the beat. There is a raw feel to the atmosphere; this is shaping up to be a top gig and it's only the first song off the play list. Overall the audience is a pretty mixed age range but it is certainly a young persons’ gig, mainly fashion conscious male fans in their late teens, 20's and early thirties. Not that I am bitter.

I smile in appreciation as the band dives into 'Shoot the Runner', which regroups the crowd into singing every word in unison, all hands in the air as it builds to the chorus. Fans pass me, hurriedly making a dash to the bar or more likely to to find a better spot in the sold out venue, with a smile on their faces too, as they mouth the hook, along with a bob of the head and shoulders in time to the music – and a few curious glances over to my reporters writing pad.

The set builds with blue lighting added to that hot white. Somebody is injured near the front during the song 'Velociraptor', so the band stops playing, engendering a response from the crowd of 'boos' and chants of "Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire" from many. "Calm the f*** down," shouts Meighan, bringing some calm, "someone's been injured". The band leave the stage to allow the injured person to be treated without huge decibels blasting their ears, which calms things down; the incident is dealt with swiftly and professionally, and before long, back strolls Kasabian. The energy is soon re-ignited and a wave of enormous cheers start from the front row and spread like wild fire across the venue until it hits me at the back.

"Shall we start again?" asks Meighan of the massive sea of waiting heads. "Yeah!" comes the huge roar across to the stage. They restart’ Velociraptor’ with new vigour, belting it out like it was the last time they were ever going to perform it, erasing the memory of the earlier interruption.

Kasabian were their usual confident, energetic and stylish self. Throw in a pinch of their renowned Oasis style swagger, add hypnotic stage lighting and a large amount of arguably revolutionary, almost celebratory music and a few well known covers - Fatboy Slim's 'Praise You' being a particular highlight - and you have a special concoction combining for a really great gig.

 

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