So, I'm sure you don't remember, but try and think back to when you were in primary school. And I' sure you didn't notice him, but every playground has a coy kid stood on the edge. He didn't speak to anyone and stood alone with one finger in his mouth looking sad, and distant. Well, imagine that this kid grows up, learns to climb how to fight and climb mountains. Then imagine that all the schools in the country have one kid like this. If you wait till there all 25, then put them in a room together, this kid come back out of them, and the innocence of youth is exposed by the epic, earth moving experience of Jónsi.
At the Academy, Three quarters of the venue stood motionless for an hour and half in awestruck silence, while the other quarter of the venue sat at home, oblivious, after forgetting to buy their tickets.
A subtley generated yet epically presented, backlit, causally draped screen framed Jónsi (and support) as they swamped the venue with delicate sounds, fragile guitar and stupendously storming drumming. Never before have I seen the Manchester Academy silenced for song after song.Truly a fantastic experience.
(Massive thanks to Shan who got me and Alan guest list and onto the VIP Balcony in the venue, not only allowing me to see, but get the best view in the house) :)
