Pop conglomerate McBusted provided an entertaining
trip back into my early teens at The O2 London. The new pop supergroup packed
the arena full of old and new fans alike, and have potentially created a union
that could have a bright future.
I was skeptical for how the evening was going to pan
out, after getting a pounding, irritating headache from their warm up acts.
Young Brando were good, and the sort of band I would have really liked 10 years
ago; they could go far. Vix consisted of a red-headed female singer, who
shouted covers pleasantly enough to get attention.
However, The 3 Dudes were on the cusp of ruining my
evening entirely. They shouted and screamed into their microphones like boys
singing in a garage. They were young, irritating, American and immature,
talking about third nipples and other such nonsense. Their music was far too
loud, and voices far too high. I felt ill by the time they finally left the
stage. Music, it was not.
