Amazing. Fantastic. Spectacular. Fabulous. Fun. Awesome… I’ve ran out of words, actually.
I, for one, did not expect that Kylie Minogue’s Aphrodite concert at the Araneta Coliseum to be THAT good. I’ve seen some of her concerts on TV before and they were all spectacles: elaborate sets, more costume changes than Kate Middleton on her Canada tour and a bevy of gyrating dancers. But even all that didn’t prepare me for all this:
And while I suppose I should’ve expected them to milk the Greek mythology references for all its worth, these, I did not see coming:
I wasn’t surprised, though, by Kylie’s spectacular costumes, and how absolutely awesome she looked in them, even in
And while some artists use the bells and whistles of a production as an excuse to not belt it out as much as they did on a recorded track (or worse, as an excuse to lip synch the entire time), Kylie was the exact opposite. As far as I could tell she was singing live the entire time (feel free to correct me on this) and even belted out high notes I haven’t heard on her album tracks. And she danced, too. All that, while having to avoid stepping on her train/tripping on her heels/poking her dancers’ eyes out with her headdress/collapsing under the weight of a gazillion pearls. No wonder she beat breast cancer.
But of course, even with all the spectacle, the experience is still mainly about the music. And, really, even without all that jazz, Kylie’s songs, in themselves, already make you want to
akwardly shift our shoulders from left to right dance and have the time of your life with your girls and/or gays. From the opener, Aphrodite, to a sexier (who would’ve thought that was even possible?) rearrangement of Slow, my sister’s personal favorite Better the Devil You Know, the now-infamous All the Lovers (see why here) and even the special Philippine addition of the 80’s cheese-fest Especially for You, the music was pure pop, girly fun.
Which is exactly what we came for. And want more of.
So please come back, Kylie! We can’t wait to have you back, even without your scantily-clad, über-flexible dancers. No, really…