The 3rd August 2017: Undoubtably, there was an eruption in Times Square spewing poetic lines and musical chaos, all courtesy of the band who define the generation that now have thin black ties and leather jackets stuffed in the back of wardrobes: The Libertines.
Though, nostalgia isn’t quite the right word. The Libertines no longer feel like a memory of the past but a sanctuary playing a prominent part in the lives of teenagers from today, as well as those this age a decade before. Pete Doherty and Carl Barât might be seeing the first signs of a wrinkle or silver hair, but this goes unnoticed when the two wander on stage as two figures who seem almost immortal.
The band plummets into Time For Heroes head first, from the 2002 album Up The Bracket, leaving each member of the crowd surrounded by a completely different set of people to who they started with, and perhaps a new bruise. Nevertheless, definitely a bruise worth gaining.
After that initial tease of the evening ahead the turn to Anthems for Doomed Youth was taken. Playing up to its name in a delightful manner I turn around finding myself surrounded by herds of teenagers clutching cigarettes unlawfully and those in their early 20s only just leaving their youth chanting along to Gunga Din in perfect sync. The change in mood was bonded by crowd pleasers, the crowd electrocuted by dynamic Barbarians to be rocked gently by What Katie Did soon after.
The old romantic charm that You’re My Waterloo is filled with stilled a scuttling audience for brief moments, as different kinds of bruises were placed on necks during Doherty’s cradle of love. Thought to be dedicated to Carl, the true meaning to the gig sparked inside the minds of hundreds. Reunion, a wonderful sense of unity, and endurance, with the feeling of rebellion and the dissatisfaction of having a story already written out for you at such a young age still distinguished more than a decade after the release of the bands first album.
Of course, Can’t Stand Me Now made a highly welcomed appearance, greeted with open arms and the rising of hairs on the backs of necks. A completely colourful performance, the twangy riffs and lyrical echoes by no band other than the Libertines were still ringing through the city of Newcastle the morning after.
Words by Anna Edwards.
Feature image courtesy of – Jill O’Donnell.