Harry Mack is a rare talent, a fun-loving freestyle savant and a mindbogglingly memorable showman.
Author: Andrés Alvarado
It may sound cliché, but after long hiatuses, it is a good thing that the concert circuit has Bikini Kill filling up venues and belting out those plainly important tunes.
The elegantly decorated Coca-Cola Roxy served as host venue, and under a rain of fluorescent red and purple strobes, Alter Bridge wastes no time enlivening the crowd further with a passionate performance
An underrated takeaway from a Pitbull show is how a Generation X performer can bring together all age demographics. At any given sight you may see a senior citizen clapping along and standing besides tik-toking Millennials and Generation Z-ers, while middle-aged fans dance to the tunes along the background. It truly is a come one, come all experience.
My Chemical Romance is back, back in Atlanta, back in the spotlight. Glad to have you back. We have missed you, sunshine.
Ghost is simply amazing, visually and musically complex, and ridiculously astounding on that stage. Ultimately, onlookers were served roughly 20 tracks, a world-class devilish symphony, and an endless supply of sacrilegious jubilation — for that ride home.
It proves to be a night of nights. Nostalgic, sad, special, insane, colorful, lively and bumping. From top of the line displays and strobes to the giant inflatable Daddy Yankee doll, Ramón Ayala Rodriguez is a gentleman of the stage. The outfit switches, the array of performance dances, the nonstop singalongs from a heightened crowd only add fuel to the fire of each passing anthem. Ya’know, like gasolina.
Going on nearly 40 years of career, Red Hot Chili Peppers seem eager to please. Seemingly, the quartet want you to feel the music the same way they do.
The Claudio Sanchez-led foursome once again blew minds, caused a fun type of chaos and blew the roof off with their powerful presentation.
The Mixtape Tour spectacle is never gonna let you down, it has got the right stuff, a couple of hours to free your mind and shoop shoop ba-doop off your seat.
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