Concerts Reviews
Linkin Park Balance Legacy and Renewal in Vancouver with From Zero World Tour

Linkin Park’s return to Vancouver felt like something out of an alternate timeline ; one where the band weathered tragedy, reassembled, and reemerged with a different voice but the same electricity. On Sunday night, September 21, Rogers Arena was packed to the rafters for the From Zero World Tour, a two-hour, career-spanning spectacle that proved the band’s legacy isn’t just intact, it’s still evolving.

But first: chaos. JPEGMAFIA opened the evening with a blistering 30-minute set that sounded like it was beamed in from five different planets at once. He thrashed between aggressive hip-hop, noise rock, and psychedelic jams with a live band that veered dangerously close to sounding like Rage Against the Machine one minute and a warped carnival ride the next. His set included the fan favourite “BALD!” (dedicated to the follicly challenged), and a trippy Auto-Tuned rendition of Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe.” It was messy and funny, exactly the kind of left-field warm-up a band like Linkin Park deserves.

Then came the countdown clock. Projected on massive cube screens suspended above the in-the-round stage, the numbers ticked down as the arena went dark. When the band emerged to the swelling “Inception Intro C,” lasers cut across the arena, and Emily Armstrong and Mike Shinoda launched into “Somewhere I Belong,” and just like that, Linkin Park was back.
The early stretch leaned hard into nostalgia: “Crawling,” and “New Divide” had fists pumping, while Armstrong proved she wasn’t interested in mimicking Chester Bennington so much as channelling his spirit. Her voice is different, gritty in the right moments, soaring where it counts, but she left plenty of space for the fans to scream along. When she tore into “The Emptiness Machine,” a centerpiece of the new From Zero record, you could feel her confidence snap into place.
The show was structured in four acts, almost like a rock opera. The second act veered into Linkin Park’s more experimental side: the punchy “The Catalyst,” “Burn It Down,” “Lies, Greed, Misery.” One of the strongest moments came with “Two Faced,” a new track that sounded like vintage LP, with Shinoda spitting razor-sharp verses, Armstrong screaming her lungs out, and Joe Hahn working the decks like it was 2001 all over again.
Halfway through the show, the crew rotated the set up, giving every corner of the arena a front-row view at some point in the night. Hahn and new drummer Colin Brittain got their own spotlight, trading turntable scratches and pounding rhythms in an extended interlude that bled into a Mike Shinoda solo section where he walked along the barricade and gave his hat to an excited Brazilian fan. His mashup of “When They Come for Me” and Fort Minor’s “Remember the Name” turned Rogers Arena into a 18,000-person rap cypher, the crowd shouting every word of the hook back at him.

Act three was all about catharsis. “Lost,” the unearthed Meteora-era track, was reborn as a piano ballad before the band crashed in for a full-band version. From there, the crowd surged through “Stained” and a crushing “What I’ve Done,” which sounded bigger and heavier than it has in years.
Act four leaned into the emotional core of Linkin Park’s catalog. “Overflow” exploded with a wall of sound, while “Numb” gave way to one of the loudest singalongs of the night. Armstrong pulled back during the chorus, letting the fans carry the weight. By the time the band ripped through “In the End” and “Faint,” the energy was at its highest.
For the encore, the band tore into “Papercut,” reminding everyone why Hybrid Theory remains untouchable. Then came “Heavy Is the Crown,” a new anthem from From Zero, and finally “Bleed It Out.” And just like that, the night was over.
Here’s the thing: Chester Bennington can’t be replaced. Everyone in the arena knew that. But Emily Armstrong doesn’t try to replace him, she adds a new layer. On the older songs, she does them justice while letting the fans fill in the gaps. On the new tracks, she absolutely owns the space. That balance between memory and reinvention is what makes this version of Linkin Park work.
Shinoda, as always, is the glue, trading verses, moving between guitar and keys, and keeping the crowd engaged. Dave “Phoenix” Farrell’s bass was thunderous, Hahn’s visuals and scratches stitched the eras together, and Alex Feder and Colin Brittain slid seamlessly into their roles.
By the end of the night, old fans got the emotional release they craved, new fans discovered a band reborn, and everyone walked out knowing Linkin Park is thriving.
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Concerts Reviews
LIVE REVIEW: One Last Wedding – Summer Walker Ends Her Tour in Vancouver
For years, Summer Walker built her career on sounding like someone caught in the middle of heartbreak. Her songs lived in messy relationships, late-night regrets and emotional honesty that made listeners feel like they were reading pages from her diary. On Friday night at Rogers Arena, she brought that chapter to a close.
The Vancouver stop marked the final North American date of the Still Finally Over It Tour, and there was a fitting sense of finality hanging over the evening. Recent comments from Walker about taking a break from touring, and even considering retirement from the road, gave the performance a little more weight. Whether this was the last time Canadian fans will see her headline an arena remains to be seen, but she certainly treated it like the end of an era.
The evening opened with a smooth set from British R&B artist Odeal, whose laid-back blend of Afrobeats, soul and contemporary R&B eased the crowd into the night. His relaxed stage presence provided a fitting contrast to the theatrical production that would follow, and he was warmly received by fans arriving early. After Odeal wrapped up, the arena kept its energy high thanks to a backstage DJ who spun a string of familiar R&B and hip-hop hits. Instead of passively waiting for the headliner, much of Rogers Arena turned into a dance party, with fans singing along and dancing in the aisles well before Summer Walker made her entrance.

Walker opened with “Finally Over It,” emerging in an white wedding gown complete with an oversized train and an elderly groom seated beside her in a wheelchair. It was dramatic, and exactly the kind of theatrical symbolism that has defined the rollout for Finally Over It. The image said everything before she even sang a note: this was both a breakup story and a farewell to one.
It didn’t take long before the dress came off, revealing a sparkling corset bodysuit underneath as the show shifted into a glamorous cabaret. That transformation became the night’s central idea.
The production was easily the most ambitious of her career. Giant velvet curtains, vintage Hollywood visuals, feathered dancers, aerial performers, fire acts and costume changes turned the concert into something closer to musical theatre than a standard R&B show. Walker clearly knew the world she wanted to build.
There were moments where the transitions stretched a little too long. Between dance numbers, wardrobe changes and theatrical interludes, the pacing occasionally lost momentum. The show sometimes seemed almost too invested in its own spectacle. Then Walker would return to the stage for “Body,” “Playing Games” or “No Love,” and the energy instantly snapped back into place.
That speaks to the strength of her catalogue. Few artists in modern R&B have assembled such a consistent run of songs that audiences know word for word. Throughout the night, Rogers Arena became one giant choir, with thousands of fans carrying verses Walker barely needed to sing herself.
That leads to one of the show’s more complicated aspects. Walker leaned on backing tracks more than some concertgoers might expect. If you’re looking for powerhouse live vocals from start to finish, this isn’t that kind of show. The emphasis was always on atmosphere, storytelling and emotion rather than technical vocal performance. It won’t work for everyone, but it felt like a deliberate creative choice rather than a limitation. It seemed to work for the audience.
Ironically, the quieter moments ended up being the strongest. Acoustic performances stripped away the elaborate staging and showed why Walker became one of R&B’s defining voices in the first place. Without dancers or elaborate props competing for attention, songs like “Session 32” landed with great intimacy.

Midway through the concert, Walker left the main stage for a candlelit banquet table positioned among the crowd. Decorated with roses and wedding décor, it transformed part of the arena into an intimate reception hall. Walking through the audience to perform “Girls Need Love,” signing autographs and stopping to connect with fans along the way, she looked remarkably comfortable. That may have been the biggest surprise of the night as Walker has spent years openly discussing her struggles with anxiety and stage fright, often avoiding touring altogether. Watching her confidently navigate the arena, smiling, interacting with fans and commanding an elaborate production felt like a victory. The growth was visible.
The burlesque influences never overwhelmed the music. Instead, they mirrored the emotional journey running through the Over It trilogy. The wedding imagery, glamorous costumes and playful choreography all pointed toward the same conclusion: heartbreak doesn’t get the final word.
Closing with “FMT,” Walker brought the evening full circle. Thousands of phone lights filled Rogers Arena, giving warmth to the final moments.
For an artist who once seemed reluctant to stand in front of an audience at all, ending her biggest tour with a production this bold felt quietly triumphant. Summer Walker may be finally over the heartbreak that inspired her music. More importantly, she seems to have found peace with the stage itself. If this truly was the closing chapter of her time as a touring headliner, Vancouver got a fitting finale.
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LIVE REVIEW: A$AP Rocky Brought Arena-Sized Mayhem to Vancouver on Canada Day
Canada Day usually belongs to fireworks. This year, A$AP Rocky brought enough flames, sirens, helicopters, and controlled chaos to make his own case for stealing the holiday.
Stopping at Rogers Arena on July 1 for the Vancouver date of his Don’t Be Dumb Tour, the Harlem rapper delivered one of the year’s biggest arena spectacles. The music was only part of it. A$AP Rocky has never approached live performance like a standard rap show, and this production pushed even further into theatrical territory, blurring the line between concert, action movie, and dystopian art installation.
The evening didn’t begin without some frustration. Like many stops on the tour, there was no opening act, no warm-up DJ, and a long wait after doors opened before Rocky finally appeared. By the time the lights dropped, anticipation inside Rogers Arena had turned into impatience. Fortunately for A$AP, his audience (many of them clearly too young to remember the early A$AP Mob days firsthand) never seemed ready to give up on him.

When he finally arrived, he made sure nobody forgot it. Instead of walking onto the stage, A$AP Rocky emerged from the arena floor surrounded by dancers dressed as militarized officers while a helicopter hovered overhead with searchlights sweeping across the crowd. Within seconds, the floor dissolved into a massive mosh pit as he launched into “Trunks.” It was loud, disorienting, and exactly the sort of entrance the Don’t Be Dumb aesthetic has been building toward.
The surveillance-state imagery remained throughout the night. Upside-down flags, “Big Brother Is Always Watching” banners, flashing emergency lights, riot shields, and a microphone built into a megaphone reinforced the show’s themes of authority and resistance. Whether every fan followed the underlying message hardly mattered. The visuals worked because they never stopped moving. Every few minutes there seemed to be another surprise waiting around the corner.
A$AP Rocky soon reappeared hanging from a second helicopter suspended above the audience while another inflatable helicopter drifted around the arena. Pyrotechnics exploded across the stage. Lasers filled every corner of Rogers Arena. Nearly every song arrived with a new visual twist, making the production feel far bigger than the average arena rap show.
If anything, the scale occasionally threatened to overwhelm the music itself. Much of the first half leaned on material from this year’s Don’t Be Dumb. Songs like “Helicopter,” “Order of Protection,” “Punk Rocky,” and “STFU” fit naturally within the show’s militarized concept, even if some haven’t yet earned the instant crowd reaction of A$AP‘s older catalog. His delivery often rode alongside backing vocals rather than standing completely on its own, but that hardly slowed the momentum. This wasn’t a night built around technical precision. It was built around atmosphere. He even apologized for his raspy vocals, joking that he was “trying to keep it sexy for the ladies.”

The crowd responded just as much to the energy as to the songs themselves. White T-shirts spun through the air during repeated calls to “wave your shirt like a helicopter,” mosh pits opened almost on command, and fans matched A$AP Rocky‘s enthusiasm from the floor all the way into the upper bowl. For an artist who has spent much of the last several years making headlines through fashion, film, and family life alongside Rihanna, there was never much doubt that his fanbase had stayed loyal.
The strongest stretch of the night came once Rocky reached deeper into his catalogue. “Peso,” “Purple Swag,” “Goldie,” “Fashion Killa,” and “Everyday” reminded everyone why his influence stretches far beyond chart positions. These songs have aged remarkably well, finding a second life with younger audiences through streaming and social media without losing the dreamy, stylish swagger that made them stand out more than a decade ago.
A$AP Rocky balanced those quieter moments with plenty of personality. He joked with fans, encouraged the crowd to look after one another in the mosh pits, and closed the night with his trademark mix of humour and common sense, telling everyone not to drink and drive, and, naturally, “don’t be dumb.” It was a fitting ending.
The Don’t Be Dumb Tour occasionally feels like it’s trying to outdo itself. The helicopters, sirens, dancers, and constant visual overload can sometimes compete with the songs rather than support them. Yet A$AP Rocky somehow keeps everything from falling apart through sheer charisma. Even hidden beneath masks, oversized jackets, or hanging from a helicopter above the audience, his presence remains unmistakable.
On a day built around national celebration, Rogers Arena became home to a different kind of spectacle. Canada Day had fireworks outside. Inside, A$AP Rocky supplied enough of his own. The result wasn’t a perfect concert. It was something far more memorable: almost two hours of stylish chaos from one of hip-hop’s most distinctive performers, reminding Vancouver that very few artists can build a world around a live show the way he can.
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Upcoming Tour Dates:
Fri Jul 03 – Edmonton, AB – Rogers Place
Sat Jul 04 – Calgary, AB – Scotiabank Saddledome
Wed Jul 08 – Detroit, MI – Little Caesars Arena
Sat Jul 11 – Newark, NJ – Prudential Center
More information here.
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All Photo Credit: Caroline Charruyer
