Quite a bit, it turned out, has changed since then. Saturday, when Klaxons went on at Amager Bio, there was no face-paint, no glow-sticks, and mostly men in their early twenties - guys who were there three years ago too, young and insane. Klaxons looked themselves. The femininely built James Righton is still clearly on the top five of men one would want to look like. He's one of the few guys who can hit the stage in a simple grey tee and a pair of jeans, and still have the attention of the entire female crowd. Jamie Reynolds is still his old, ungraceful self with his weird stance and his general ugliness, and Taylor-Davies is still the shy guitarist with his unruly shy guitarist-hairdo.
But still, something has happened. There was no crowd-surfing here (the meager crowd probably couldn't have withstood it anyway), and only a fraction of the insane energy of a few years ago. The sound however was sublime, and there's knack to a lot of the band's tunes that just makes it impossible to stand still. Amager Bio was only half-filled, but unless you looked backwards at the empty space, you wouldn't have noticed - the ones who were there clearly made it their business to rave on.
It does however seem as though this is a band inevitably on the decline. It was very clearly the Myths of the Near Future-tunes, of which we got a full seven, which excited the crowd the most, and it's not that Surfing The Void hasn't had sufficient time to sink in. Down the stretch, it just seems to be less elating than the old stuff.
It was however a good concert, and a well-crafted setlist, concluding with 'It's Not Over Yet', 'Surfing The Void' and 'Atlantis To Interzone' to send the aging ravers into the night.
