Underworld come out on top with brilliant Vivid show
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Then there is nothing but space. Floating now, carried on voices and warmth. “I wanna hold you, laughing … carry me”, and you feel supported. One song, two songs, three songs … five that change your perspective, shift from action to trance-like reverie, that sometimes holds pain (“I’m the spoonman, she’s a wound”) that still feels more like living than hurting.
But not alone. Never alone. There’s a generosity of spirit, a sense of care that comes from the stage – between each other, sure, but also out to us, in tone and sound even more so than words – that is quietly joyous. It permeates the room, now swaying and watching the dance of lights on seemingly porous eyeballs soaking up the effects that must play differently in every brain and yet it feels communal.
Time passes, and there are voices in unison, the screen showing shapes forming singles and pairs, circles merging. A new song, yes, but an old message and a taster, a prelude, a build up, that take us to the precipice where, warned by the repeated muttering of “king of snake, king of snake”, we stand poised.
And then, we jump.
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