Concerts Reviews
LIVE REVIEW: Weezer Turns Vancouver’s Rogers Arena Into a Backyard Party on “The Gathering” Tour
There was something almost too fitting about Weezer calling this tour The Gathering. At Rogers Arena on September 12, the band brought together multiple generations of fans, three decades of songs, a few long-forgotten favourites and enough ridiculous stage antics to make the whole thing feel less like a standard arena concert and more like a very expensive backyard party.
“All are welcome” is the tour’s tagline, and the crowd made a pretty good case for it. There were longtime fans who grew up with The Blue Album and Pinkerton, younger fans discovering the band through TikTok, and plenty of people somewhere in between. Weezer has somehow become one of those bands that can belong to several generations at once.
The evening started with Silversun Pickups, who wasted little time getting the arena moving. Brian Aubert’s distinctive vocals cut through a set built around the band’s thick guitars and driving rhythms. “Panic Switch” and “Lazy Eye” were obvious highlights, but newer material fit comfortably alongside the classics.
The Shins followed, and their set felt like a completely different kind of nostalgia trip. James Mercer and company sounded remarkably polished, working through songs from across their catalog, including “Caring Is Creepy,” “New Slang,” “Sleeping Lessons” and “Simple Song.” The crowd did plenty of the singing on the bigger songs, turning the arena into something far more intimate than its size would suggest.
Then it was time for Weezer. The stage setup immediately made the arena feel strange in the best possible way. A suburban house sat at the centre of the stage, surrounded by the sort of backyard details that should look ridiculous inside Rogers Arena but somehow worked (this seems to be trend these days with Noah Kahan and J Cole also having houses in their stage production). The whole thing was built for the band’s particular brand of geeky humour and absurdity.
Weezer opened with “Shine Again,” from this year’s Gold Album, before launching into “Surf Wax America.” From there, the set moved all over the band’s history. “Hash Pipe,” “The Good Life,” “Beverly Hills,” “Pork and Beans,” “My Name Is Jonas,” “Undone – The Sweater Song,” “Say It Ain’t So” and “Buddy Holly” were all there, but the set was far more interesting than a greatest-hits parade.
The band pulled out “Keep Fishin’” and “Slob” from Maladroit, with the latter making its first appearance in the set since 2005. “No Other One” returned after several years away, and “Lonely Girl” was another welcome deep cut. For a band with this many hits, Weezer clearly didn’t feel obligated to play it safe.
The Pinkerton portion was another highlight, fitting for the album’s 30th anniversary. Six songs from the record made the set, including “Falling for You,” “Pink Triangle,” “Tired of Sex” and “El Scorcho.” The latter got a Vancouver-specific lyrical tweak, a small touch that made the performance feel like a show rather than a reproduction of an old setlist.
The best part, though, was when the band stopped behaving like a conventional rock band. During the acoustic section, Rivers Cuomo moved to keyboards, Patrick Wilson picked up an acoustic guitar and Brian Bell played clarinet. Cuomo later moved behind the drum kit for “Pork and Beans.”
Silversun Pickups bassist Nikki Monninger returned to the stage for three songs with Cuomo, including “We Might as Well Be Strangers,” “Go Away” and “I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams.” The latter two have found a surprising second life with younger listeners thanks to TikTok, giving the show another generational crossover that probably would have seemed absurd a decade ago.
And that is what made The Gathering work. Weezer could have built this tour around nostalgia alone. Instead, the band used nostalgia as the foundation and then kept messing with it.
There were hits. There were deep cuts. There were instrument swaps, guest appearances, jokes and plenty of Cuomo’s familiar antics. Most of all, there was a sense that the band understood exactly what its audience wanted without letting that dictate the entire night.
Weezer may have spent much of its career figuring out where it fits. In Vancouver, it looked pretty comfortable exactly where it was: somewhere between the past, the present and a suburban backyard that somehow ended up inside Rogers Arena. That’s a pretty good gathering.
Head here for The Gathering tour dates and ticket information.
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WEEZER
THE SHINS
SILVERSUN PICKUPS
All Photo Credit: Caroline Charruyer
Concerts Reviews
LIVE REVIEW: Lily Allen Leaves the Hits Behind for a Theatrical ‘West End Girl’ in Vancouver
There was something almost cheeky about Lily Allen making a venue full of people wait for the songs they came to hear, then giving them exactly what she promised instead.
Before Allen appeared at the Orpheum Theatre on September 28, 4 members of the Dallas Minor Sextet took the stage with cello arrangements of some of her biggest songs. “Smile,” “The Fear,” “LDN” and “Fuck You” became an elaborate karaoke session, with the lyrics projected onto screens while the audience did the singing. It could have felt like a strange substitute for an opening act, but instead, Vancouver embraced it. By the time “Fuck You” rolled around, the arena was doing a very good impression of several thousand people at a Lily Allen pub night.
Shortly before 9pm, the stage shifted into something altogether different. Allen appeared behind the curtains and launched into “West End Girl,” the title track from her 2025 album. From there, the evening stopped behaving like a conventional concert.
That distinction matters. Allen is not here to run through the hits, tell a few stories between songs and send everyone home with “Smile” stuck in their heads. The West End Girl tour has been built as a one-woman theatrical production, and the album is performed from beginning to end, in order. There is no live band and no parade of backup dancers. The focus is Allen, the story and an increasingly bizarre apartment set that seems to mutate with every song.
Allen has spent two decades turning blunt observations, bad decisions, sex, relationships and personal disasters into pop songs. West End Girl takes that instinct and strips away most of the distance. The album was already brutally personal. Seeing Allen physically inhabit it makes some of its moments considerably harder to escape.
The stage becomes her apartment, bedroom and emotional crime scene. A swing appears, chandeliers descend, and costumes change. At one point, Allen emerges with a receipt incorporated into her outfit, turning the evidence of betrayal into a ridiculous and oddly effective piece of stage design. A bag filled with decidedly NSFW contents gets its own moment. None of it feels particularly subtle, but subtlety would be a strange request to make of Lily Allen.
The strongest moments come when the production gets out of the way and Allen lets the ugliness of the story sit there. “Relapse” is devastating. Allen moves through the space with the exhaustion of someone trying to outrun her own thoughts before eventually breaking down in tears. There is no need for a speech afterward. The song has already said enough.
The phone call in “West End Girl” is another standout. Allen performs only her side of the conversation, but the missing voice is easy enough to fill in. The audience does, loudly. It is one of those moments where the fourth wall works in her favour. Allen doesn’t need to explain the story because we are already inside it.
That commitment to the album is what makes the show compelling. There are no “Not Fair,” “The Fear” or “Smile” performances from Allen herself. The old songs belong to the Dallas Minor Sextet, and that is a deliberate choice. Some fans will inevitably wish Allen had thrown one or two classics into the main set. I get it. If you’re standing at the Orpheum Theatre waiting to see Lily Allen, watching someone else perform “Fuck You” on cello is a pretty unusual way to get your money’s worth.
But once the main show begins, the absence of those songs makes sense. West End Girl is being treated as one complete piece, rather than a collection of tracks that happen to share an album cover.
Allen closes the album with the same theatrical control she maintained throughout the night. For “Fruityloop,” chandeliers come down around her, the stage returns to the world established at the beginning and the West End Girl sign comes back into view. It feels like the final scene of a play.
That’s probably the best way to judge this show. If you came expecting Lily Allen to perform her greatest hits, you might leave wondering where the concert went. If you accepted that West End Girl was the concert, the night made considerably more sense.
Lily Allen brought a play with a pop album attached to it. For 60 minutes, she made the Orpheum Theatre feel like her apartment, and I loved it.
Concerts Reviews
LIVE REVIEW: Let Your Freak Flag Fly: DEVO and The B-52s Bring the Weird to Rogers Arena
If there was ever a concert where you could show up wearing a red energy dome, a giant lobster costume, or something covered in sequins and somehow feel underdressed, it was Sunday night at Rogers Arena. DEVO and The B-52s brought their Cosmic De-Evolution Tour to Vancouver on September 27, turning the arena into a colourful, wonderfully weird collision of new wave, dance music, retro-futurism and pure camp. It was less like watching two bands from another era and more like being dropped into a very strange party that somehow never stopped being cool.
DEVO kicked things off with their signature visual style firmly intact. The yellow jumpsuits and unmistakable red energy dome hats made an appearance, along with a seriously impressive light show that turned the stage into a constantly shifting wall of colour and movement. There was a lot to look at, and the band clearly understood that half the fun of DEVO is the spectacle. At one point, they took things a step further by throwing red energy domes from the stage into the crowd, sending fans scrambling to catch one of their own. “Uncontrollable Urge” had the arena bouncing, while “Whip It” brought one of the biggest reactions of the night. Watching thousands of people lose themselves to a song that has been living in the cultural bloodstream for decades was pretty great.
Then came The B-52s, and suddenly Rogers Arena felt less like a hockey arena and more like the world’s biggest dance floor. Kate Pierson, Fred Schneider and Cindy Wilson brought the kind of energy that makes it impossible to simply sit and watch. “Planet Claire,” “Roam,” “Private Idaho” and “Love Shack” had the crowd singing and dancing along, but naturally, everyone knew what was coming. “Rock Lobster.” And yes, there was an actual lobster on stage. The giant crustacean made its appearance as the band tore into their gloriously bizarre classic, perfectly summing up what makes The B-52s so much fun. They have never seemed particularly interested in being normal, and thankfully, they still aren’t.
Their fans are just as committed. There was a definite cult-like devotion in the room, with plenty of retro outfits, dancing, big hair, wild accessories and people who clearly knew every single word. The crowd ranged from longtime fans who have been following the bands for decades to younger concertgoers discovering the music for themselves. That might be the most fun part of the Cosmic De-Evolution Tour. These songs have somehow escaped their original era. They still work. They still make people dance. And the bands themselves seem perfectly happy to keep letting their freak flags fly.
DEVO and The B-52s may have been formed nearly half a century ago, but there was nothing particularly nostalgic about the night. This wasn’t a museum piece or simply a trip down memory lane. It was loud, colourful, ridiculous and incredibly fun. With DEVO‘s futuristic visuals, flying energy domes and The B-52s‘ wonderfully unhinged stage presence, Rogers Arena got a little weirder on Sunday night, and Vancouver was better for it.
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DEVO
THE B-52s
All Photo Credit: Heather Horncastle