Shit, they rocked. Whose killin 'em in the 20th arrondissement? That'd be Mr Brandon Flowers, king of the stage and showman extraordinaire.
The great thing about this show was the fact that it's a big old stadium gig coming from super-size venues in the UK, that has been transferred to a smaller French venue. The Paris Zénith isn't massive by any stretch, but the Killers show was as big as if it was Wembley Stadium. Excellent.
The bad thing about the concert? Well, it's the same thing with every anglophone band who play in France. I always end up with a frenchie singing his own version of the words in my ear.
To me there's a simple rule that applies to concerts, radio, ipods, the works. If you don't know the words, don't sing. Learn them in the privacy of your own homes, and then share them with the public.
I mean really...how difficult can it be? The tone-deaf Spanish girl on my right hand side knew all of the words to 'All These Things That I've Done'. Alas, she did it very little justice.
Oh well, at least she'd learned the words. Unlike the bouncy French boy on my left.
Come on everybody....sing along....
"I got soul, but I'm not the shoulder...."
Somebody save me.