3/26/2008
Underworld - Sept. 9 @ Hollywood Bowl

If Underworld’s music were fists, they would kick your ass; thus transforming a normal Sunday night concert at the Hollywood Bowl into a musical prize fight. The night began with djs Carmen Rizzo and Paul Oakenfold dishing out some mellow electronic grooves.

Just after sunset, round one began: it was the first time since Coachella ’03 the electronic pioneers had returned to Southern California. The spotlights shut off and anxious crowd roared in the still, pitch black of the night. No announcer was required; everyone knew who was getting in the ring. As Karl Hyde, Rick Smith and Darren Price took the enormous stage, the screens displayed visuals of the old Atari game “Space Invaders.” Hyde stood front stage wearing a glowing silver jacket reminiscent of the one worn by Steve Martin in the movie “Leap of Faith.” The iridescent sequins absorbed all light as if he were engulfed in flames at times, dancing to the music as if he were on the floor at a disco circa 1979.

They warmed up the pulsating crowd up with tracks off their upcoming album Oblivion with Bells, due out next month. “Crocodile,” the first single Oblivian immediately won the crowd over, as well as the bass heavy track “Beautiful Burnout” also off the anticipated album.

Every crest of the historic Hollywood Bowl lit up in every color of the rainbow, as large inflatable pylons flopped all over the stage. The concrete floor of the stands trembled as the beat-filled boys transitioned into arguably their most popular single “Born Slippy Nuxx,” made famous from the movie “Trainspotting.” They then went into “King of Snake” and “2 Months Off” splintering the wooden benches some used to call seating. At that point the “floating like a butterfly” was through; it was then time to “sting like a bee.”

After nearly two hours of whipping the crowd into shape, Underworld went for a TKO and taunted the beaten crowd with an encore of “Jumbo” wheeling our bruised, battered bodies back to our senses. Anyone who has gone toe-to-toe with Underworld knows they are surely a force to be reckoned with, even if they are almost as old as George Foreman. At least we don’t have to worry about them making grills any time soon….

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