(Photo Credit: B51 Photography
Foals have truly found themselves over the years since their debut, Antidotes
, in 2008. Foals no longer sound like this band, or that one song you heard on a commercial; those
bands sound like Foals. Foals sold out Terminal 5 last Friday, and rocked the once air hanger for a night full of both breezy and wrecking ball-heavy songs.
The crowd certainly came to get their party on, or perhaps it was just drummer Jack Bevan's cut up Slayer tee. Opening with "Snake Oil," in between microphone duties, all you could see of singer Yannis Philippakis was twirling black and white stripes that lined his shirt. "Olympic Airwaves" was next, the crowd unable to resist from dancing in their places or moving in unison. The chanting of the word "disappear" broken into four syllables was magical; "dis-ah-pee-ar," and for a second I think the crowd did...as well as I. The airy excursion ended and blended right into "My Number." The crowd shook the floor jumping, singing along. "Smells real good out there tonight," Philippakis said, admiring the crowds efforts to similarly touch the sky.
A key component of the band's stage performance was the riveting light show that accompanied them. Explosions and strands of multicolored beams illuminated the stage for added effect.
The band continued playing new and old hits, including a dazzling "Red Sock Pugie" and an aggressive "Inhaler." This was a really cool show for me. I've been a fan of Foals for a while. I can vividly remember cruising in my old Ford Focus (which for some reason was purchased with low-profile tires and rims) with a buddy of mine I haven't seen for some time now, just bumping Antidotes
, enjoying summer, and pretending we could sing in British accents.
There's something incredibly dynamic and mature about Foals' music. They're stylistically unique and musically versed. Foals punches and pops, and they jump and jive. You don't know whether to break out your combat boots and bike ride around NYC with a handlebar mustache, or to put on a tight suit and tear up the club. Foals are this oddly danceable blend of indie and rock, with a drizzle of electronic fun.
And what show would it be if they didn't play "Mountain At My Gates." It was booming and bold, exactly as it plays on the record. The venue was like 90 degrees, but the tunes were even hotter. Foals didn't disappoint, and it certainly doesn't look like they'll be stopping anytime soon. `