Article by Colin Dobin – Special to TCM
It was a beautiful Tuesday evening when I found myself patiently waiting in line outside of the Armory. I have heard so much about The 1975, especially their stage presence, but I really had no idea what I was about to witness. As each one of us had our tickets scanned, I was probably one of the few people not immediately screaming and throwing their hands in the air as they ran up the stairs into the Armory. I walked up the stairs, slowly, getting my notepad opened to a fresh page and making sure my phone was off, as I slowly walked into one of the best experiences of my concert-going career.
As I initially made my way through the crowd I could not help but notice the diversity of the fans. Anything from teenage and college kids, to middle-aged couples and retirees- it did not matter as we were all mingling and finding our way to the main floor. The cultural blends were also extremely fascinating as anything from leather jackets and vans shoes to flannels and loafers were all standing side by side as I walked up to grab a drink. A question I was still trying to answer as I made my way back to the main floor was still buzzing in my mind: who was camping outside these past few days? Yes. You read that right. People were posting up days in advance for this concert just to get that one inch closer to this main stage. I had no idea what I was about to be standing in the middle of.
One thing must be expressed off the bat here- this entire night was an overall blast, from the likes of No Rome, who managed to get the crowd dancing and excited more than I have ever seen out of any opening act of a concert and Pale Waves managed to captive the energy and focus of the entire arena in ways I have never observed. The chorus of “One More Time” by Pale Waves specifically gave nearly everyone in the arena goosebumps. By the time that the set was changing for The 1975 the arena was packed and ready to go already warmed up by two spectacular opening acts.
The stage itself was setup in such a way with the lights and images that complimented the respective albums and themes of the songs being played in a way that made you almost feel like you were finally feeling the way the writers and band had during their initially creation of these gripping, beautifully dark and relatable tones and lyrics. It was hard to even take note of how much was going on as I was legitimately consumed by the energy of the band on stage… and I was still trying to figure out how the heck they managed to get a treadmill like magic carpet on stage for Matty to drift back and forth – that is something many of us had never seen before, and I am not sure if I will ever see something like this again, but even if I do no one will be able to match the smooth strides and rides of Healy’s.
The concert carried on, and the energy did not let up as the setlist made its way through, that by the time the encore commenced the crowd had no idea how much time had passed since we entered. The sun was down, the spirits of the room were fully risen, and The 1975 had managed to own the city for that whole evening with their curiously nostalgic yet awesomely futuristic sound, with that consistent passionate voice that their lyrics never fail to keep identity with. By the time things were winding down, a glass of wine had been drank on stage (and, slightly spilled, not to out lead singer Matty) and about fifteen beers were deleted by the pack of twenty-somethings standing behind me the whole time – which was almost its own side-piece of entertainment to watch. I have to be forthcoming – as a Tottenham Hotspurs fan, there’s not much coming out of Manchester these days that I am a huge fan of, but I have found one team from that port city in England that I will be supporting for the rest of time and that is The 1975. The band was packed and loaded, headed for Chicago for another concert no sooner than 24 hours after they gifted the Twin Cities with their performance, and from the fans I have talked to since that show sadly ended I have already been told that people are already ready to set their tents back up again and wait for their favorite band from abroad.