What’s true when it comes to boy bands like that Back Street Boys goes? Better not to ask a music critic about that. He would probably see fit to dunk Howie Dorough again. The rather pale Howie D, who allegedly thinks Trump is great because he has “eggs” and who has now sold private snacks to fans in Munich via the “Howie Eatz” Instagram campaign. Or the critic would wonder why Kevin Richardson has to use the media to warn of a nuclear threat and a new Cold War, as if some secret service were hiding something. Band boys, even biologically mature ones, one would precociously recommend, shouldn’t say anything politically and limit themselves to their songs that always sound and sound the same: “Damn, I love you” or “I don’t love you anymore (or maybe I still do). ).”
Critics would joke about the costumes at the first of two sold-out concerts by the US boys in the Olympic Hall, as if they had souped up a group of behavioral ghetto kids in a handicraft course with all sorts of badges, bling, ribbons, netting and military insignia. One could (ignorant of hip-hop and electro and boy band culture) point out the lack of instruments on stage and the slight lip discrepancies in the a cappella part (“Breath”). Oh, and what about the church window screen saver for “Quit Playing Games With My Heart” or the glowing kitsch waterfall on the dark island of solitude?
Even Joshua Kimmich has been spotted
Well, anyone who had a poster like this hanging in their youth room in the nineties will know. And only these mature girls and boys (yes, of course, even Joshua “screeched” Kimmich was spotted and greeted off the stage like other Bayern kickers. Envy!), definitely the loudest screaming fans of any boy band ever, are right.
When they say that all five from 42 (Nick) to 51 (Kevin) are still cute, still spectacularly swirling with their voices and street dance moves. It was the most beautiful audience choirs (“Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely”, “Incomplete”, “Shape of My Heart”) and the most ecstatic collective freaks in the disco laser lightning storm (“Get Down”, “Larger Than Life”, “Everybody” in white dandy suits on the middle stage, which has been moved up to the roof of the hall) of the best fans in the world, as Nick Carter probably confirmed! Ah, Nick! Brian also said a lot and grinned funny as always.
“We’re partying like it’s 1999,” said Kevin, smart in the Highlander look. And cute how Kevin filmed the fans in the front row with their cell phones, and how sexy he and nose ring neck tattoo AJ undressed behind a folding screen, and how funny they were then as revenge “for back then” their pink and petrol colored ones Throwing underpants into the crowd. Two fans returned a pair of pink and black panties, which AJ wickedly wagged with his index finger. An ironic game, both girls and boys have known for a long time.
But there was a bitter-sweet moment, namely when the band showed happy little films of their players’ wives and children to “No Place” from the current, ninth album “DNA”. “We started families, you started families,” Kevin said, and you could hear hearts pounding. Sometimes the truth hurts, that’s part of growing up.