Opening Act(s): Smashmouth
Mofo, I Will Follow, Gone, Even Better Than The Real Thing, Last Night On Earth, Until The End Of The World, New Year’s Day, Pride (In The Name Of Love), I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, All I Want Is You, Staring At The Sun, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Bullet The Blue Sky, Please, Where The Streets Have No Name. Encore(s): Discothèque, If You Wear That Velvet Dress, With Or Without You, Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me, Mysterious Ways, One-Wake Up Dead Man.
Bono and the boys Pop into our town
by Kerry Gold
If bombarding its audience with a full-on sensory assault of incongruent media images was the plan, Tuesday night’s U2 concert at B.C. Place delivered.
Fortunately for the audience, the boys from Ireland also delivered some effective and much appreciated acoustic versions of Staring at the Sun and Sunday, Bloody Sunday. Among technology of monolithic proportions, they also, at times, managed to get tactile with audience members, at least those nearest the stage, which snaked nearly 30 metres into the audience.
Touted as the biggest touring concert of the year, the show was a blazing assembly of enough light and sound to power a small town.
The initial charge was almost too overpowering. Looking a little like the Village People, U2 entered through the audience to a pounding taped version of Pop Muzic. On the world’s largest TV screen (worth a reported $7 million US) the word “pop” screamed out at the audience, which erupted hysterically.
Dressed in a hooded boxing robe, Bono followed bandmate The Edge, dressed as a cowboy, and bassist Adam Clayton, dressed as a sort of fumigator warrior. They launched into a set that included Mofo, Last Night On Earth, New Year’s Day, Until The End of the World (In the Name of Love), and All I Want Is You.
“Thank you for giving us a great life,” shouted Bono. “We’ve got to keep this thing interesting for us, so it won’t be bullshit for you.”
The crowd roared with applause and U2 launched into I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.
Throughout the just under two-hour show, the towering screen flashed images of Martin Luther King Jr., cartoonish figures, evolutionary apes, and closeups of Bono doing his Fidel Castro impersonation, Big Brother-style.
The theatrical component was in full swing. There were more costume changes than an episode of Fashion File, and at one point a giant lemon turned into a silver bauble and crawled toward the audience, dividing in half and spawning Bono and the boys.
All in all a spectacle of truly mythical proportions.
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