Throne rooms and adolescence

Last Wednesday (March 11) saw me captured in a fevered mosh pit bowing before the musical onslaught of Kings Of Leon. The front of the mosh was predominantly adolescent, this demographic being disturbingly populated by too many obnoxious visible-Bonds-underwear teenagers who were there for the new album. Thankfully Kings belted out old favourties, such as The Bucket and Molly's Chambers alongside On Call, peppered by the new, burying Sex On Fire mid-set and finishing with a four-song encore that included Charmer (my highlight of the night) and Manhattan. The Followills are one hell of a cool quartet, from Caleb's vocals and cardigan-wearing guitar strums (if they were the domain of indie rock-pop bands before, cardigans are now officially dirty Nashville rock cool) to Matthew's rockin'/angelic/chain-smoking prescence on lead guitar, the long-haired Nathan killing it on drums and Jared's thumping bass (debatable whether the sudden up-do-fringe he sports nowadays is better or worse). I bet they all practice their 'cool' rock expressions and bent-knee-'cool'-standing-while-strum in the mirror - how else do they do it?