They neither possess glamour nor seem to care. They cover the stage with their ever-growing older faces and stampede together, culminating in a cacophony of noise—a cross between madness and plain-faced oddity. So, what makes this Broken Social Scene concert so utterly intoxicating? It’s in the mix. A sunny cloudless day, music brimming with the idealism from a band forever exuding youth, an audience prepared for anything.
Broken Social Scene enters in one of those moments where the collective mindset of the audience is easy to please. Rapid-fire clapping drowns out vocals and brass instruments alike. Then, Amy Millan enters stage left and it’s all down to business. With riotous cries convincing the audience to clap for itself to perfectly placed pauses breaking up lyrical structure, Broken Social Scene is there solely for play. It ‘s a good thing, cause’ we are, too.
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