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Rating: And in the end, I went…and it was worth it.
Gilmour recognized them as the best in the world, and the curiosity to see them live was insatiable.
The marsupials also boast having played at the Royal Albert Hall in London and Glastonbury Festival, true sacred places of rock. Such an event doesn't happen easily, unless over many years, and those who had the chance to go didn't miss it.
A small stage, omnipresent lights, an oval screen, and a frame of audience that, between curve and front stage, I believe reached five thousand heads. The stadium-like atmosphere that was created and the work of the technicians on stage suggested an excellent continuation of the evening. And after half an hour of delay, the confirmation arrived.
Holograms and hallucinogenic images flow on stage, anticipating the entry of the musicians. The show begins.
One immediately gets the impression that the London Times, when it called them the only true tribute in the world to Pink Floyd, wasn't wrong.
Lights, starlight on the instruments, overwhelming images, sounds, voices, fluorescent pillars, smoke, hallucinations, a succession of vivid and sad colors, pragmatic phrases: everything becomes incredibly psychedelic!
The music begins to sink in, and the eyes are hypnotized by that oval screen that transfers to the senses strange thought forms and traces of twisted human minds.
The kangaroos bring to life the myth of the world's most famous Moon and meticulously care for the details. The most amusing figure is the sax: a "omo de panza" dressed as a true blues man, complete with a Louis Armstrong-style tie and a Sicilian-American boss hat. Besides him, the Australians consist of five other individuals, aged between 35/40 years, and two backup singers (very pretty, by the way).
And it's precisely one of the two choristers who garners the first applause with her s-t-r-a-t-o-s-p-h-e-r-i-c performance in "The great big in the sky." The cover band bursts out the entire "The dark side of the moon" along with a few other Pink Floyd episodes.
Applause for "Time" among the many gears and ticks, "Money," "Eclipse," "Shine on you crazy diamond," and the great "One of these day." But all the songs, perfectly covered, found success and stirred the clapping of hands. Until the conclusion with "Another brick in the wall," sung and grooved by everyone, and the final encore with "Wish you were here" and "Comfortably Numb." Each track is extrapolated by the group through the excellent abilities of the latter, especially those of the three frontmen, all with the ability to sing immense songs.
A show that strikes for the evocative spirit it possesses, and that in almost three hours of performance, never ceases to amaze and honor, even in the pauses (which are quite long) and in the poetic, historical and political transitions that are recreated.
I can't say I've attended a Pink Floyd concert, nor can utopian comparisons be made, but with a bit of imagination (..a few mushrooms..) and letting oneself be carried by the psychedelic atmosphere, the historic figures of Waters, Wright, Gilmour, and Mason come to mind, who have given so much to music and all its listeners.
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