Sun 9 Sept
words: LANCE HARRISON
This type of affair was always going to be packed out with middle-aged men (yes, you know who you are, and you are now middle aged) hanging on to tribal callings for the good old days, giving praise to their northern god. Prior to the arrival of their deity, the former Blur guitarist Graham Coxon produced an energetic set which pleased the crowd no end, and as Noel arrived on stage in sombre black garb, he casually led the way with (It’s Good) To Be Free, before a mega Everybody’s On The Run was accompanied by a harmonious chorus of at least 20 backing singers. True to form, he ramped up the hysteria with a beautifully version of Supersonic.
After over an hour of signature tunes, Noel and his band, including his white boiler suit and bowler hat-clad drummer, returned with a four-song encore. At the final stages, a packed crowd swaying in unison to Don’t Look Back In Anger helped lift the lid of the Motorpoint, which at times struggled with sound quality.
Despite the questionable sound quality of the arena, the several fights that broke out, the continual beer/bodily fluid cannons persistently jettisoned around the hall the whole night and the £50 ticket price, the overall experience was largely as expected: entertaining and dreary in equal measure. His acolytes will no doubt think the event was worth every penny, but from here it felt like £20 would have been ample.