I’ve never seen the line at Old National Center wrap around the entire building, but apparently, I underestimated The Neighbourhood’s fans. The NBHD, along with Kevin Abstract and Mothxr, filled up the Egyptian room last Tuesday, and many were surprised it didn’t sell out.
First opener Kevin Abstract lived up to his name with the most bizarre set this reporter has ever seen. His stage was decorated with teens just sitting there looking apathetic, holding hands, and waving American flags. He also proved to be one of the most effective openers I\’ve ever seen, getting the crowd to jump along at 7:30 on a Tuesday. No one was really sure what he was about, but apparently most were into it.
Mothxr, while perhaps best known for being good looking, also showed Indy what they were made of. With a groovy sound, they definitely took the energy down a notch. Despite the screams of adoration pouring down on them, the boys kept the set cool. If you took the lovechild of Kevin Abstract\’s rap and Mothxr\’s serene, winding ballads, it would look something like The NBHD. Or at least like, their cousin.
When The Neighbourhood came out, a stream of teenage girls screamed \”daddy\” and graphic sexual obscenities at frontman Jesse Rutherford, and I don\’t think it ever stopped. To say he stole the show is an understatement– he could have been playing with cardboard cutouts for all anyone would have noticed. This was, of course, made worse once he was shirtless. Between his hip motions, suggestive lyrics, and dominating stage presence, the man oozed sex appeal from his very pores.
This isn\’t to discount the music, however. The instrumentals were on point, and made the set a perfect example of a chill, jam show. Newer tracks were the emphasis, but unfortunately, it was the older stuff that got the most reaction from the crowd– they\’ve had three years to memorize the lyrics, after all.
There was very little interaction between the band and the audience, which added to the mystery of the set. The whole vibe seemed like a jam session in a basement that happened to be in one of the biggest venues in Indiana. As soon as the audience got into the trance that was so easy to fall into, however, the band threw in some clear rock-influenced elements.
Perhaps it’s the fangirl in me being greedy, but the set really did seem too short. It was a full 15-16, but with the way one song flowed into the next, it felt as though it ended abruptly. Indy hopes the boys can brush off the plethora of inappropriate comments at the show, and that they’ll come back soon.
I’ve never seen the line at Old National Center wrap around the entire building, but apparently, I underestimated The Neighbourhood’s fans. The NBHD, along with Kevin Abstract and Mothxr, filled up the Egyptian room last Tuesday, and many were surprised it didn’t sell out.
First opener Kevin Abstract lived up to his name with the most bizarre set this reporter has ever seen. His stage was decorated with teens just sitting there looking apathetic, holding hands, and waving American flags. He also proved to be one of the most effective openers I\’ve ever seen, getting the crowd to jump along at 7:30 on a Tuesday. No one was really sure what he was about, but apparently most were into it.
Mothxr, while perhaps best known for being good looking, also showed Indy what they were made of. With a groovy sound, they definitely took the energy down a notch. Despite the screams of adoration pouring down on them, the boys kept the set cool. If you took the lovechild of Kevin Abstract\’s rap and Mothxr\’s serene, winding ballads, it would look something like The NBHD. Or at least like, their cousin.
When The Neighbourhood came out, a stream of teenage girls screamed \”daddy\” and graphic sexual obscenities at frontman Jesse Rutherford, and I don\’t think it ever stopped. To say he stole the show is an understatement– he could have been playing with cardboard cutouts for all anyone would have noticed. This was, of course, made worse once he was shirtless. Between his hip motions, suggestive lyrics, and dominating stage presence, the man oozed sex appeal from his very pores.
This isn\’t to discount the music, however. The instrumentals were on point, and made the set a perfect example of a chill, jam show. Newer tracks were the emphasis, but unfortunately, it was the older stuff that got the most reaction from the crowd– they\’ve had three years to memorize the lyrics, after all.
There was very little interaction between the band and the audience, which added to the mystery of the set. The whole vibe seemed like a jam session in a basement that happened to be in one of the biggest venues in Indiana. As soon as the audience got into the trance that was so easy to fall into, however, the band threw in some clear rock-influenced elements.
Perhaps it’s the fangirl in me being greedy, but the set really did seem too short. It was a full 15-16, but with the way one song flowed into the next, it felt as though it ended abruptly. Indy hopes the boys can brush off the plethora of inappropriate comments at the show, and that they’ll come back soon.
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-Kelly Fox