Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Live Rolling Stone Milano Poco Fa.

First of all: fuck the  Yeah Yeah Yeahs (see Mudhoney concert review, editor's note). The Yeah Yeah Yeahs have nothing to do with the Mudhoney. Nothing at all, eh. Well, let's get started.

I've just returned from the concert, and lying in bed, I'm ready to write. But the writing isn't as fluid, spontaneous, sincere, and concise as for the Mudhoney review (...).
Um...
In short, I describe everything with absolute detachment.
Music: fun.
Voice: very nice in my opinion.
Stage presence of the singer: excellent but I expected more (yuk yuk yuk).
T-shirt at the end of the concert: significantly sweaty, a good sign, I had fun, I admit it.
Average age: significantly lower. Than what?
Chicks: yes yes yes.
Main theme:
In the middle of the "pogging" we stop, we make space... what's happening?
"I lost my cell phone!!!!" they whine...
"Was it taking pictures?" I ask...
"Yessssss!!!!" they whine...
"Well done idiot!" I smirk...
And that was most of the concert.
So much so that upon exiting, there were chants and dances to the cry of "I LOST MY CELL PHONE! YAY! I LOST MY CELL PHONE! YAY! I LOST MY CELL PHONE! YAY!"
A cell phone... a metaphor.
A disappointment: Lucaaa.... you've lost your cell phone too.... umph.
Overall judgment: I had fun, fuck it!
But there's no feeling...