All said and done, the night played out as a exceedingly lit affair. Mesmerizing technicolor illumination, infectious cowbells, eye-pooping moon-walks, and, of course, wicked tunes all come together during Young the Giant’s wild and emotional spectacle.
The Bring Me The Horizon gang is well-versed in the languages of stagecraft and musicality. For roughly 90 minutes and across 16 bangers, the Coca-Cola Roxy crowd was treated to an elite level of pedal-to-the-metal rock — that it will soon not forget.
Ultimately, Young Dolph gifted his faithful ear-to-ear smiles; as he musically rummaged through his extensive and distinguished discography. More importantly, Adolph Thornton Jr. left no doubt that the so-called King of Memphis is a legit motherfucking role model.
After roughly a 90-minute presentation, Dave East gave Atlantans a hefty dose of that “real” hip-hop element. The evening was lit, the spits were tip-top, and the night was shaded in hues of roughneck rap.
The “A Pale Tour Named Death” trek is a one-band, 3-hour, 2-part, demonstration-of-cool act. Ghost is simply amazing, visually and musically complex, and ridiculously astounding on that stage.
Coheed and Cambria put on a spectacle of ample musical magnitude. Rock and Roll with a comic book twist, dazzling lights, disco balls, and of course, that iconic mop of hair on Caludio’s head.
Puerto Rico has produced many entertainers of high regard and special talents — and Bad Bunny is nothing short of spectacular. The man is a rising star and a formidable showman. The pageantry is colorful and dance-inducing. Bad Bunny is the complete package. Not bad for a lad yet to release a freshman record.
