Millennium Stadium, Cardiff
Mon 10 June
words: ANTONIA LEVAY
★★☆☆☆
Over-sexed, overpaid and over here.
After a ludicrous amount of screaming, drinking and adoration from thousands of fans, the Barbadian diva appeared. “What the fuck Cardiff” were the first words uttered… nice. The first half hour was pretty much an ongoing procession of crotch grabbing, arse shaking and grinding to a number of incoherent raga/dub songs.
There appeared to be a few technical issues as her earpiece was seen dangling several times and her vocals didn’t match up; in fact it could have been anyone singing along randomly, karaoke style. The theme throughout the whole show was limited to sex, more sex – whether it’s getting any or getting too much – and more sex. Two hours of listening to lyrics about unrequited, forbidden, dirty love/sex is tedious and boring.
The third outfit change comprised of a Clockwork Orange-esque black and white get-up, bathed in red lighting with her version of My Party: “Now remember this shit”, well quite frankly, I won’t.
Thankfully, an hour in and the boredom lifted slightly with a more upbeat Euro-trash version of We Found Love which got the crowd going. Adorned by scary lady dancers she strutted across the stage and got acquainted with the crowd. Thank the lord she didn’t drag some poor unsuspecting Welsh boy onto the stage for a grinding session.
The only thing missing from the set was a Hammond organ soundtrack and “whay hey” 70s porn film. There is no doubt she is an incredibly talented mega star, but w
hat should have been a spectacular show was rubbish. At £60 plus for tickets, fans deserve more effort and less swearing.