Post by katrien on Mar 13, 2005 11:22:57 GMT 1
West is still best as Irish charmers stay no.1 with fans:
WESTLIFE brought a bit of Las Vegas to Clydeside last night, as they dazzled 10,000 fans with neon glitz, glam and high-camp of consummate showbiz performers.
Before they took the SECC stage on the first gig of this three-night run on the Number Ones Tour, video screens flashed through their astounding career, charting the seven consecutive number ones and impressive awards they've amassed. With pyros popping they were led through the crowd like prize-fight boxers, marching to the stage and whipping into opener Uptown Girl, swiftly followed by a rendition of Mandy that would've brought a lump to Barry Manilow's throat.
Their dance routines were none the worse with four instead of five, since the departure of Brian McFadden in pursuit of solo credibility. However, their appeal is sheer people power: cheeky Irish charm, the naughty twinkle in their eyes and their accessibility.
The audience - a mixture of 30-somethings, babes in arms and tearful teens - couldn't get enough.
Kian was first to whip up the crowd, but Mark, Shane and Nicky shared cheerleading duties. They swung from sultry, pouty ballads to the disco medley with a talented four-piece backing through I Will Survive, Disco Inferno, Pretty Woman, Footloose, I Feel Fine and Don't Stop Till You Get Enough.
The 'Rat Pack segment' saw high-jinks round a thingytail bar in their tribute to Sinatra's heyday.
It was a feast for Westlife gluttons and the boys wound down with What Makes A Man before encore Flying Without Wings, for which they rose above the stage on individual podiums
WESTLIFE brought a bit of Las Vegas to Clydeside last night, as they dazzled 10,000 fans with neon glitz, glam and high-camp of consummate showbiz performers.
Before they took the SECC stage on the first gig of this three-night run on the Number Ones Tour, video screens flashed through their astounding career, charting the seven consecutive number ones and impressive awards they've amassed. With pyros popping they were led through the crowd like prize-fight boxers, marching to the stage and whipping into opener Uptown Girl, swiftly followed by a rendition of Mandy that would've brought a lump to Barry Manilow's throat.
Their dance routines were none the worse with four instead of five, since the departure of Brian McFadden in pursuit of solo credibility. However, their appeal is sheer people power: cheeky Irish charm, the naughty twinkle in their eyes and their accessibility.
The audience - a mixture of 30-somethings, babes in arms and tearful teens - couldn't get enough.
Kian was first to whip up the crowd, but Mark, Shane and Nicky shared cheerleading duties. They swung from sultry, pouty ballads to the disco medley with a talented four-piece backing through I Will Survive, Disco Inferno, Pretty Woman, Footloose, I Feel Fine and Don't Stop Till You Get Enough.
The 'Rat Pack segment' saw high-jinks round a thingytail bar in their tribute to Sinatra's heyday.
It was a feast for Westlife gluttons and the boys wound down with What Makes A Man before encore Flying Without Wings, for which they rose above the stage on individual podiums
