On the one hand she was immense -in your face, opinionated and creative in her arm-flailing delivery. The gig was swamped by blinding lights and huge projections on stage, and a good thing too because the sound system chewed up her words so much that we couldn't hear them. So it was a good show -gyration included.
On the other hand it felt more like a club night where i was all too aware of what time it was, the giant standing in front of me and my handbag on the floor. I was more interested in the pictures on screen than the music which, having given-up trying to decipher her words through the mic, came down to the bassy chug chug and jing-a-ling of MIAs trademark sound.
Any gig you leave thinking you could have enjoyed it just as much on YouTube is not a good gig. Disappointed that my £27.50 bought me just under an hour of music i wont be shelling out to see MIA again. In saying this i respect her performance, her attitude and i rate her as a producer. That three-note chime from a computer dropped into tracks throws up enough conversation for a PhD. Her music is like one of those books for children that replaces the words with pictures -all the things that her gun-shots and Bangra samples make you think of are for a reason.
So for this reason i will still buy her music and if i could i would buy the projections too -raving in my Pjs being preferable to last night's show. Doesn't that say it all?
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