Live Review: Phoenix, World's End Press

A robust crowd had started to gather for synth aficionados, World's End Press. Kaleidoscopic guitar effects set the scene for some popping percussion and striking synth work. Their set had all the trimmings of an indie-rock powerhouse, and the crowd ate it all up as Drag Me Home erupted into the venue with its bursting synth and outrageous dance moves. They sounded like the little brothers of Friendly Fires and seemed as though they would know where to find the after-party.

Phoenix arrived in a cloud of red light and pounding bass. The French ensemble all stood for a moment to take in the sheer magnitude of the crowd and then exploded into Entertainment. Drums clashed with the sweetness of the keyboard, making this the perfect opener. Thomas Mars shouted an, “Un, Deux, Trois!” as he launched into Lasso. The two percussionists made this track a rolling stand-out, while managing to shatter eardrums in the most enjoyable way.
Lisztomania saw a sea of forearms reaching out toward the band in salute of this hit. The tune could be felt reverberating through the floorboards as Robin Coudert slayed the keyboard solo, making this live rendition truly unique.

The guitar oozed with funk as Too Young began only to be seamlessly segued into Girlfriend. A quick yet palpitating guitar solo made its way into the medley, as the layering became intriguing and mesmerising.Trying To Be Cool was lit up by a giant rainbow LED screen and saw Phoenix flip-flopping between genres. From sugary pop sounds to intense guttural rock, this version was explosive. The Real Thing had stunning keyboard work with evocative guitar. Phoenix took a grunge avenue with the track mixed in with their usual indie-rock. This was an interesting yet refreshing development for the band.
Their energy had been unwavering and palpable, creating a set that was constantly moving, evolving and attention-stealing. As the night concluded, Mars physically made his way around the crowd, hugging and thanking the revelers in attendance. As repayment to the band's gratitude, the mosh pit held Mars from his feet above their heads like an indie-rock Messiah.