When two thirds of Swedish House Mafia made the Sweden premiere at Bråvalla last year, I stood there in the mud and felt … just nothing. The normally so dynamic duo went mostly lost in trying to live up to the rock-star image they so deserved created itself. Backlit, big gestures and very few melodies. A sort of EDM version of smällfet, anabolic fueled biceps rock.
I must therefore misgivings Axwell & amp; Ingrosso opens in exactly the same way that wine cold May evening at Ullevi Stadium before 30,000 who want to dance themselves warm. They show absolutely no mercy, braces on everything at the same time and it pops, smoke, cans and benches so there is enough and to spare. Overbearing, overwhelming. And indeed even insensitive. During the first half hour, we hear maybe a total of 30 seconds vocal melodies and the crowd waits to get unleash something they recognize.
Fortunately, everything turns after one second of silence, a slow construction and a redemptive Something New Håkan Hellström guitar and dazzling chorus. After that, the remaining hours a busy street on the home straight there own hits like Calling (Lose My Mind), a widely used filter wrapped Reload and the Center of the Universe mixed with Otto Knows fine Next to me, a little Calvin Harris and eventually also the usual mash lineup by One more time and SHE Dangan Save the World. Always works.
The conclusion? Do not You Worry Child and a million rockets. Underneath it too.
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