London Thursday: The Coral + The Metros

My Thursday in London basically starts with a matinee performance of Shadowlands, the play about C.L. Lewis who was portrayed by Charles Dance. Very good, powerful, and this shows that theater in England by far outpowers everything put on stage in The Netherlands, of which 90% is absolute rubbish.Anyway, in the evening, on to The Roundhouse for The Coral and, as supporting act, The Metros. The Metros make nice britpop music, and are aided by a good guitarist whom they actually use for more than just playing the lines written for him. That helps a lot. These are some young and promising lads, but they do still have to step it up in several areas, prominently song writing and not acting like stupid arses on stage. Yes, you are young, but the crowd (at least I wasn't) are not very impressed when you spray beer over each other. Yes, you are in a band and you can enjoy it, but that doesn't mean you have to act like 14 year-olds. http://www.myspace.com/themetrosbandNo such complaint with The Coral, who expertedly go through their set. A bit too expertedly perhaps, because it seemed to lack passion and fun. What ruined the first part of the gig for me was the crowd. Worst. Crowd. Ever. Seriously, too annoying, geez, major pit, they never let anyone alone, everyone seemed drunk or high or whatever. Morons. It took me a while to get through that, but after that I could enjoy the gig. Though it seemed like "just a gig" for these guys, they still played pretty well, and especially the encore was of a good quality. But memo to the singer: get a haircut.Here "Jacqueline" by The Coral live at T in the Park. With the great lines: It is a crying shame to see/a kiss become a memory