Sorry for those of you who weren't there, but Kings of Leon was awesome – the sound, the lights, the beer, the 18-odd girls walking around in mom shorts with terrible cameltoe who seemed to think they were the cutting edge of hipster cool...
No really, it was pretty fantastic, the second world-class stadium show I've been to in a month. Happiness.
One gripe I'd have is that, unlike the charismatic Chris Martin, the Followills didn't really interact with the crowd much, apart from a 'Hello Cape Town' here and there. Then again, perhaps that's just the nature of indie rock performances...
Oh and we came, we kind of conquered, but we couldn't see. Good thing the production was so first-rate, and Le Boyfriend managed to get me on to his shoulders for a bit. Thanks baby...
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