High-tempo, fast-paced (for the most part) misery pop. What's not to love? As Dan Smith himself attested multiple times, a lot of Bastille's songs are about depressing stuff, but the way in which they deliver them is anything but.
Smith is a lively front man, determined to deliver a show; his approach to this is: throw everything at 'em and see what sticks. For this gig that involved hurling himself about the stage doing his self-confessed "terrible dancing", wandering out through the crowd with mic in hand, performances on a satellite stage towards the back of the arena, a performance up in the gods during the encore and finally, hitting the crowd with - not one - but three (count em) different types of sky glitter and streamers.
But for all the show's gimmicks, the songs themselves were the true stars. With two strong albums to call on now, Bastille can justify their Arena-level status easily (despite Smith's continuing instance of the ridiculousness of it all); indeed, the finale of 'Pompeii' must surely be for a stadium near you in the not too distant future.
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