Röyksopp warmed the crowd up and did a pretty good job as well - very hyper and keyed-up but youthful enthusiasm works wonders sometimes. And then we waited. And waited. And waited some more. And dozed in our seats due to the pints we'd consumed whilst we waited. The Jaxx finally emerged at 10:15 however and proceeded to wake everyone up quick-smart with a rapid-fire combo of "Romeo" and "Red Alert", performed by an excellent Missy-Elliott-a-like. Watching the masses bounce in time was a truly beautiful sight.
The rest of their ensemble cast made their respective entrances and exits over the next hour and three-quarters, doing the numbers everyone knew and loved - "Where's Your Head At?", "Rendez-Vu", "Jump N' Shout", "Jus 1 Kiss", et al. - and doing them bloody well too I might add. Guitars and bongos and trumpets and ragga and rap and funk and thick dirty bass and lots of good stuff like that were the order of the evening. A soulful medley of "SFM" and "Breakaway" rounded things out substantially and the lads closed with "Bingo Bango" and three befeathered carnival girls, shaking their bouncy bits and their tail feathers (quite literally) as midnight struck.
This show definitely cemented Rooty as my favourite album of 2001. You must buy it immediately or risk facing my eternal disdain. Listen to your Aunty Dave ... he knows what's best for you.
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