THE LIBERTINES AT THE OCTAGON: A Night of Reflection and Revelry
Last night at the Octagon in Sheffield, The Libertines took the stage for a performance that felt both nostalgic and contemplative. The crowd’s energy was relatively subdued, with most attendees remaining static apart from a lively group of youths in the middle, who I decided to avoid as I just wasn’t in that sort of mood. To be honest, the Octagon is probably my least favourite venue in Sheffield, alongside The Foundry, I always find it challenging to get into the same headspace compared to places like The Leadmill or the O2 Academy.
I seldom get the opportunity to fully appreciate the complexities of Libertines’ music in a live situation since I’m typically too engrossed in the thrill of dancing and a little tipsy to notice the intricate details of their music. The band, while undeniably talented, didn’t quite exhibit the same youthful energy I’m used to, I don’t know if it was the venue or what but the vibe was just different. But there was an unanticipated advantage to the change in dynamic: it made it possible for me to pay more attention to the words and the music. Without the typical hectic intensity to divert me, I was able to really appreciate their songwriting depth and musicianship, not through headphones, but live on stage.
My affection for Pete Doherty has always been rooted in his lyrical spirit and his kind disposition, which frequently stand in stark contrast to his turbulent public persona. Pete’s lyrical brilliance and natural sensitivity have always come through for me, despite the bad reviews he has received over the years. Last night was no exception.
The obvious chemistry between Pete Doherty and Carl Barât onstage was one of the evening’s most notable features. Their exchanges, which were full of tension and friendship, gave the performance an additional level of authenticity. Because that’s what I adore most about The Libertines, and that’s what they are: real.
Watching them share the mic and exchange glances reminded not only me but the entire audience of the unique bond that has defined The Libertines over the years.
Often referred to as the more grounded of the two, Carl Barât added his typical complimentary dynamic to Pete’s literary flare. Over the years, his consistent presence and skill as a musician have given the Libertines shows a strong basis. Carl’s sensitivity and creative enthusiasm are evident in every concert, despite his somewhat less erratic public appearance. This results in a relationship that is both profound and well-balanced. The distinctive chemistry that characterises The Libertines is the result of these two intertwined energy and unique personalities.
I loved the Libertines and was a huge fan of them when I was younger. Pete and Carl’s unabashed enthusiasm and outstanding lyrics served as the background music for many of my reckless nights as a teenager. I recall waiting each new song’s release with a lot of excitement, their rebellious mentality reflecting mine. I felt like I belonged and was a part of something greater because of their music. I find solace and inspiration in The Libertines’ candid and frequently chaotic accomplishments, which effectively convey the complicated nature of friendship, love, and life. This is what I think made last night so special, I was hit with a huge wave of nostalgia.
The setlist was absolutely spot on too, taking the audience on a journey through their storied career. Kicking off with classics like “The Delaney” and “Up the Bracket,” the band seamlessly transitioned through fan favorites such as “What Katie Did” and “The Good Old Days.” The crowd particularly cherished “You’re My Waterloo” and “Can’t Stand Me Now,” both of which resonated deeply, showcasing the enduring appeal of The Libertines’ music.
Moreover, their new album and tracks from it adds a refreshing layer to their repertoire. The fresh tracks were received well, showcasing that The Libertines still have a lot to offer musically. The album is fantastic and a testament to their growth and ability to evolve while staying true to their roots.
Even though Pete and Carl frequently steal the show during their live performances, we can’t ignore the contributions of bassist John Hassall and drummer Gary Powell. Gary is a dynamic drumming machine who last night gave The Libertines their distinctive sound. His strong but accurate rhythms gave each song the band played more depth and intensity. When combined with the melodic flare and solid presence of John Hassall’s basslines, they provide the ideal balance to the band’s hectic musical aspects. Together, they provided the strong foundation that enabled Pete and Carl’s imaginative on-stage interaction to thrive. Their combined skills provide the live performance unity and depth. Their mutual enthusiasm is demonstrated by the four members’ synergy.
The encore featured powerful renditions of “What a Waster,” “Gunga Din,” and culminated in the anthem “Don’t Look Back into the Sun,” leaving me and the audience with a sense of nostalgia and a smile.
In essence, it was a night that rekindled my love for The Libertines. Though the wild, raucous performances may have mellowed slightly, the core of their artistry remains as compelling and poignant as ever.
ALL WORDS AND IMAGES RACHEL BROWN
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