supporters may be content to keep their favorite British import to themselves, but when I see that pile of unsold tickets, it makes me want to shout.
When I walk through the entrance of Webster Hall and observe a brick of tickets still available 20 minutes before Elbow take the stage, a combination of disbelief and anger runs through my entire body. How could this band not sell out a show in the world's largest metropolis? Why has a band loved by critics across the globe remained a silent mystery to most? How can Coldplay sell out venues four times as large while charging four times as much? None of this makes sense to me. Some of my fellow Elbow supporters may be content to keep their favorite British import to themselves, hovering quietly below the radar of the mainstream, but when I see that pile of tickets, it makes me want to shout from the rooftops that three albums in, these guys are serious contenders, getting better and better with each effort. I have heard the acoustics of Webster Hall ruin a handful of live performances, as the cavernous layout often masks the subtler details of a song. Tonight, however, the sound is crystal clear; a testament to the abilities of the band's touring sound team. The last time the quintet was in New York, lead singer Guy Garvey was injured and confined to a seat. Tonight, he bounces around the stage with the enthusiasm of a musician on his first tour. When he addresses the crowd he is sincere and funny. He teases everyone for quitting too early during a clap-along version of "Forget Myself" and recommends that the room try working in shifts to avoid tiring.