When a friend offered me a spare ticket to see Kasabian, a band I don’t follow, I thought, “why not?” I always see this as a good opportunity to observe as a concert goer, rather than as a devoted fan.
The Caird Hall is a great venue, large enough to create a buzz, yet small enough to feel intimate. Dundee should be proud of it. The venue management clearly care about it as they were operating a strictly ‘no drinks in the arena’ policy – more on that later!
We managed to position ourselves right down at the front, which came as a surprise. This was my first gig as part of a Dundee audience. Kasabian attracted a mixed crowd; large groups of young, over-exuberant lads pumped with too much beer, pairs of girls resembling the ‘Peru Two’, mothers accompanying their teenage sons as well as older, seasoned giggers.
Kasabian have been on the go since the late 90’s and the lads were pounding out hit after anthemic hit. They know their audience and know the buttons to press to get the place jumping. Sergio Pizzorno wanted to see the biggest mosh-pit ever and Tom Meighan wanted as many girls up on their boyfriends shoulders as possible.
It wasn’t entirely surprising that security staff were so high in numbers and that an alcohol ban was in force. Sometimes security can be over zealous at gigs, but given the balcony dive at Kilmarnock a few days earlier, I could see why. They looked after the crowd well.
After the gig, the square outside the Caird Hall was full of fans singing in unison. One got a bit carried away and ended up in the fountain in only his boxers, the police were right on it and he was hauled out to much heckling and chanting.
A fun night, but I don’t think I’ll ever be a fan!