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6 hours agoHere's What Happened at the xx's First Show in Eight Years
The xx performed their first show as a trio in eight years at Mexico City's Pepsi Center WTC, showcasing a mix of hits and deeper cuts.
I think it's been partly a healthy distraction, partly healing - probably in that kind of 'full cycle' category, in a weird way. It's very much taken energy out of the grieving side of things and parked in a bit more hopefulness.
It is as if his past two decades of inflammatory political activism hasn't hurt his reputation. What's more, things will soon pick up, he assures us, because his morphine has just kicked in. A smatter of laughter. Probably joking? Opiate allusions aside, the between-songs narrative is a classic tour-de-Moz. He stumbles from self-hype to castigating jealous bitches and his customary bete noire, the cancel culture that has so thoroughly deplatformed him.
Things begin promisingly enough with the darkly powerful Going Up and All That Jazz from 1980's Crocodiles, the first of the terrific four-album run which blended psychedelia, post-punk and classic songwriting to turn the Liverpudlians into one of most hallowed bands of the decade.
Phil was a devoted husband, a wonderful father, and a proud and loving grandfather, known affectionately as 'Bampi.' He was deeply loved by all who knew him and will be missed immensely. His legacy, music and the memories he created with so many will live on forever.
Brucie probably got more attention than the Gallagher brothers that night!, he tells FourFourTwo. At first it was just myself and his son Alex going, but Michael Carrick joined us and Steve was at a loose end, so he got a ticket too. Heading to the venue, he got absolutely mobbed. Everyone wanted a picture with him and being the man that he is, Steve agreed to every request.
There were laughs of surprise around me in screen three of the Everyman in Muswell Hill, north London, as 28 Years Later: The Bone Temple drew to its conclusion. Without giving too much away for those who haven't seen it, Ralph Fiennes dancing semi-naked among piles of human bones to Iron Maiden's The Number of the Beast is not how you expect one of our greatest thespians to deport himself on screen.
The performance arrived as Momoa made a surprise appearance in Manchester over the weekend to promote his new vodka brand, Meili Vodka. Though Momoa was donned in a Manchester United jersey instead of Liam and Noel Gallagher's favored Manchester City, he and his band provided a scrappy-but-visceral rendition of one of Oasis' heaviest tracks - a relevant pick, given that Oasis' pre-show walkout music for their "Oasis Live '25" reunion tour was soundtracked by the song.
The annual In Memoriam segment paid tribute to artists like Roberta Flack, D'Angelo and Ozzy Osbourne. From heavy punk numbers to jazzy R&B ballads and solemn country-infused performances, the academy celebrated those who have shaped music, whether it's on the artistry end or the business end of things. It started off with a candlelit tribute from McEntire, Brandy Clark and Lukas Nelson.