Last night at 8pm in Dublin, 50,000 fans were holding their breath for the second Prince Harry.
t which was played by his former band One Direction on ‘The Best Song Ever’ speaker system.
Suddenly everyone sang together. It was upbeat, joyful and mildly deafening. It was also a sign of what was to come.
About 40 minutes later, the voice at Aviva Stadium became virtually deaf as Harry Styles came on stage. It was not just any arrival.
He wore a green striped hot pants and a matching top without sleeves (to show off his muscular, tattooed hands) and kept his hair up like a blonde Elvis.
Her 1970s top was open to reveal a crucifix and just the right amount of chest hair.
He debuted in the 1970s with the electro funk of ‘Music for a Sushi Restaurant’, singing “I Can Cook an Egg on You”. He then played a guitar and played the tune of ‘Golden’.
He was soon walking around the huge stage with a microphone as he sang ‘Adore’.
50,000 phones stacked upstairs, filming the figurine of the teen (and pre-teen) they had come to see Aviva set up.
Every time he smiled (albeit cheekily) at the crowd and performed an exaggerated dance to their advantage, the reaction was a mastoid-tooth frenzy.
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It was like the aforementioned Elvis in his heyday.
It was Harry’s frenzy. Even more so when he said: “It’s great to be back in Dublin. How are you feeling in Dublin? My name is Harry. You can be whatever you want to be tonight. I want you to be that person.” Hold her hand to your left and say ‘You got me’. Then I want you to hold that person’s hand on your right side and say ‘I love you.’ Then I want you to close your eyes and say ‘I love you.’ Well?”
It was so fine, not least all the young fans in the audience did what they asked for and shouted their approval while doing so.
Parents of young fans would have recognized him more easily as Allied soldier Alex was trapped on the beaches of Dunkirk in 1940 in Christopher Nolan’s WW2 film, Dunkirk.
More at ease in loving fans than Nazi bombers, she played the soothingly contemplative ‘Maltida’.
Everyone is swinging their phones back and forth (the screen lights up creating a magical effect) over this very dark song.
The young and predominantly female crowd was in its alternative pop heaven. For anyone who judged Styles or the audience last night, I’ll tell you about something I told Rolling Stone in 2017: “Young girls love The Beatles. You tell me they’re not serious?”
He has a charm and a calm, yet still carries with him a certain vulnerability. He sang the song ‘Happy Birthday’ to a lucky girl in the show.
He’s a very nice boy. For all his edgy and cool, it’s the same multi-millionaire star who apologized to his mother, Anne, for singing “Cocaine, side boob, choke her with an ocean view” on the balcony at a recent concert. was in front of her. keep driving.’
“Dublin Make some noise!” Harry requested. He was wasting his breath. Aviva Stadium was trembling at the sound of an already sold out crowd shouting names. He took to the huge stage like the biggest star in the world, which is undoubtedly the case at the moment (ten sold out nights at Madison Square Garden in New York).
His voice owes as much to Prince (not Harry from Windsor but another from Minneapolis) and David Bowie as he does to Justin Timberlake or Kendrick Lamar in the 1980s.
Adopted by the LGBTQ+ community and the rest of the planet, Styles is the perfect cultural ambassador for the modern world of 2022 with her gender-fluid fashion style and sexually ambiguous image.
His music is also loud. As The Guardian recently stated in a review of Styles, one of his former bandmates proposed: “The nerdy indie rock teen idol of Louis Tomlinson, his mother-friendly MOR for little Niall Horan…”
Last night at Aviva, Styles took the city by storm. “Dublin,” he asked, “do you know who you are?”
Dublin will not forget him for long.