Starting us off with Matters At All and showering their supporters in a climax of Sunshine, took us all on a rollercoaster of infectious pop rock complete with anthemic singalongs that dare you not to join in. Tasty treats in the shape of Saturday and common-cold-catchy Give Me What I Want saw dance parties break out throughout Cardiff International Arena; clusters of manical arm throwers and shape shifters dotted themselves sporadically like a chicken pox rash. Less gross of course.
Set over. Kids In Glass Houses' depart. We wait. Then it happens. If It Wasn't For Hate kicks in and all the kids go wild. Lostprophets are home and mustering every joule of their energy to give us an epic show.
Throwing out every club banger from lovelorn Darkest Blue to kicking in Can't Catch Tomorrow with the intro from The Fratellis' Chelsea Dagger thrown in for good measure. Then there's nostaligic anthem Last Summer commanding you to move and gleefully scream with it's major chorus and unmistakable intro riff. Sadly there was no Fake Sound Of Progress nor was there any Shinobi Vs Dragon Ninja battles but when Ian and the boys covered The Prodigy's Omen that things really went off. The arena went beserk. As beserk as Lostprophets were back in the day. And that, my friends, is beserk!
Taking inspiration from Guns N Roses, alongside other peers in the modern music industry, 'Prophets borrowed Sweet Child Of Mine's intro to lead them sweetly into another tale of belonging and home sweet home sensibility of Where We Belong. A 'club banger' if ever I heard one.
Extending the intro to Rooftops (A Liberation Broadcast) was a purely genius idea as the anticipation and tension built and built in the crowd for the climax of what has been a killer show.
Climatical. Epic. Lush.
Lostprophets are back.
BBPD.
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