AFI again, in Brixton.
The Explosion were up for support; fun.
Drum solos, boisterous stage presence and a hit to close on.
Last time I saw AFI was, technically, the very end of the Sing the Sorrow tour, with a big chunk of old hits thrown in. There was plenty here from more-recent Decemberunderground, but at the expense of some of the breadth.
Midway through the album you twig that you’re possibly listening to a song about sexually ambiguous vampires, sung with total sincerity. Then, when the hook hits, you realise it’s also stadium synth-rock. They totally get away with this.
If you’re playing the game of deconstructing their instrumentation, there’s maybe a little too much DAT in the live show. I like to pretend I can spot real musicians, though, and most of it seems to line up.
If you like songs that you can sing along with then you will like these songs.
After the encore, Adam threw out some drumsticks and Davey threw his false eyelashes into the crowd. This is rock and roll.