By the end of the two-and-a-half-hour set, the entire band was rocking in lockstep.
Watching Dirty Projectors open for the National is both annoying and edifying.
Melody is the connective tissue between Tame Impala and their audience.
When White takes a solo, he’s usually on his toes, his audience likewise, thanks both to magician-worthy stage surprises and to the consistent vitality of tunes both new and old.
In a “manifesto” about her latest tour, Madonna insists that the guns and violence that open the show are metaphors.
The show’s trippy backdrop projections were at turns mesmerizing and convenient.
Luke Jenner and company turned in a remarkably assured performance, without any of the out-of-practice awkwardness one might’ve expected.
The old stuff? Well, Polly Jean Harvey seems happy to keep it that way.