Blondie- Liverpool O2 Academy 1st August 2011.
It’s August 1st 2011. Tonight is a night that anything can happen. The excitement in the air is almost tangible. The incomparable Blondie is gracing the stage of the Liverpool 02 Academy tonight, the only headlining gig scheduled in Britain this year. Yes, yes, they are doing the usual leg-around of festivals, but with a comparatively small capacity of 2,500 in tonight’s venue, the crowd knows that this is going to be special.
Blondie takes to the stage, with three of the original members, Chris Stein, Clem Burke and of course, Debbie Harry. Harry sashays onto the stage wearing a tight black dress, bright blonde wig and mesh gloves, staying true to her pop-punk roots. The set comes to life with a mixture of old hits ‘Rip Her To Shreds,’ ‘Call Me’ and ‘Maria’ intertwining with tracks of the 2011 album Panic of Girls such as debut single ‘Mother.’ Although the new tracks lean more towards reggae than ska-punk, and are not as impressive as any of the classics; let’s face it, we’re not here for them. We know that and Blondie know that, that’s why they waste no time boring us with filler from the new album and just carry on thrashing the crowd with the classics.
The sweat dripped off the walls, the brow and chest of every single person in the place as the bass pumped through the dancing arms, legs and heads of the crowd. Raindrops of sweat were hitting Harry as she effortlessly sampled Beastie Boy’s ‘Fight For Your Right’ during her ‘Rapture’ rap with aurally sexy results.
From girly girls, to aging hardened punks, to generations of families, Blondie tonight has indeed attracted a mixed bag; however, they all have one thing in common, the phenomenon that is making them dance their feet off.
The main set culminated in the much anticipated ‘One Way Or Another’ whose spiky guitar riffs had every member of the crowd on their feet screaming “I’m gonna get ya.” And of course to honour our fair city of Liverpool, there was the obligatory encore Beatles cover of ‘Please, Please me,’ which again was flawless and showcased the bands obvious affection for this city.
The crowd and the band left sweaty, sore, exhausted, but fucking loving every second of it.