Concerts Reviews
The Hives Turn the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver Into a Garage-Rock Circus
The Swedish rock ’n’ roll circus that is The Hives stormed into the Commodore Ballroom in Vancouver, BC on September 16, leaving no doubt that their reputation as one of the most electrifying live bands on the planet is still intact. What unfolded over the course of their 90-minute set was a full-contact spectacle, equal parts chaos and choreography, all wrapped in black suits that looked absurdly sharp for how sweaty things got.
First on the bill was Nashville’s Snooper, a punk band with a chaotic edge and plenty of energy. Their set was fast and noisy, perfect for waking up the crowd. With a mash-up of garage riffs, breakneck drumming, and a lead singer who couldn’t stop bouncing around the stage, they gave the room a jolt of raw adrenaline.
Shortly after 9pm, The Hives kicked off their set with “Enough Is Enough” before slamming straight into “Walk Idiot Walk” and “Rigor Mortis Radio.” The opening trio alone set the pace: relentless, fast, and loud. Frontman Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist wasted no time scaling the barricade, leaning into the crowd like a rock preacher daring his congregation to scream louder. Spoiler: they did.
By the fourth song, “Paint a Picture,” the band pulled one of their signature tricks: freezing mid-song, standing motionless for what felt like a full minute before detonating back into the riff. It’s part theatre, part prank, and exactly the kind of chaos that keeps a Hives set from ever feeling routine.
The crowd lost it for “Main Offender,” one of their oldest and most enduring anthems. Almqvist, drenched in sweat but still impossibly charming, decided this was the moment to poke fun at Vancouver’s reputation. “You’re too Canadian, too polite,” he teased, before demanding more volume. Later in the night, with sweat dripping from his brow, he deadpanned: “I didn’t know Vancouver was in the tropics!” The joke landed, because honestly, the Commodore felt like a sauna.
That back-and-forth between Almqvist and the audience is the lifeblood of a Hives show. He doesn’t just sing at people, he works them, like a carnival barker crossed with a punk-rock dictator. He ordered people to clap louder, scream harder, even sit down on the floor during “Tick Tick Boom” and jump at his command. And the fans obeyed, grinning the whole time.
The setlist leaned heavily on classics, with “Born A Rebel,” “Stick Up,” “Bogus Operandi,” and the ever-explosive “Hate to Say I Told You So.” Each song was delivered with the kind of precision that makes you forget how chaotic it all looks. The guitars were jagged, the basslines growled, and drummer Chris Dangerous lived up to his name, driving everything with a beat that never let up.
But the chaos wasn’t just sonic. Guitarist Nicholaus Arson was a spectacle all his own, twitching across the stage like he was possessed, tossing guitar picks, and at one point smearing one across his face before flicking it into the crowd like some holy relic. If you caught it, congratulations. You’re now blessed.
And then there are the “ninjas.” Yes, actual black-clad stagehands who scurried across the stage, swapping guitars, untangling cords, and disappearing into the shadows like roadie assassins. Only The Hives would turn basic stage logistics into a theatrical bit.
The crowd was already drenched and breathless by the time the band hit “OCDOD,” “I’m Alive,” and “Countdown to Shutdown.” Each landed like a shot of adrenaline. By the time they reached “Come On,” the audience was basically singing the entire track themselves.
The main set closed, as it almost always does, with “Tick Tick Boom.” Almqvist drew every ounce of drama out of it, stretching the intro, taunting the crowd, then unleashing absolute bedlam when the riff hit. The Ballroom floor shook as hundreds of people jumped in unison.
Of course, that wasn’t the end. The encore brought “Legalize Living,” “Bigger Hole to Fill,” and finally “The Hives Forever,” a self-mythologizing closer that doubles as a mission statement. It’s bold to end a set by declaring your own permanence, but after witnessing the mayhem they conjured, it didn’t feel like bragging. It felt like prophecy.
What makes The Hives different from so many other bands still coasting on 20-year-old hits is that their live show hasn’t dulled with age. If anything, it’s sharper. They’ve figured out how to take the raw spirit of garage rock and turn it into pure theatre without losing its edge. Every freeze, every kick, every mic swing feels chaotic in the moment but lands with perfect timing.
And Almqvist himself remains one of rock’s great frontmen: funny, commanding, and just unhinged enough to make you believe anything could happen. When he ordered the Vancouver crowd to scream louder, they did. When he told them to sit, they sat. When he demanded chaos, they delivered. Few singers can control the audience that way without pyrotechnics or elaborate stage sets. The Hives do it with charisma, sweat, and sheer nerve.
By the time the final chords of “The Hives Forever” rang out, the Commodore Ballroom was a mess of bodies sticky from heat, and ears ringing. Which is exactly how a Hives show is supposed to end.
Long live The Hives. Forever, forever The Hives.
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Upcoming Tour Dates:
09/19 Sacramento, CA – Ace of Spades
09/20 San Francisco, CA – The Warfield
09/22 Del Mar, CA – The Sound
09/25 Los Angeles, CA – Hollywood Palladium
10/16 Oslo, Norway – Sentrume Scene
10/18 Copenhagen, Denmark – KB Hall
10/21 Berlin, Germany – Colombia Halle
10/24 Munich, Germany – Zenith
10/25 Leipzig, Germany – Haus Auensee
10/26 Vienna, Austria – Gasometer
10/28 Zurich, Switzerland – Xtra
10/29 Milan, Italy – Alcatraz
10/31 Barcelona, Spain – Sant Jordi Club
11/02 Madrid, Spain – Wizink
11/04 Lisbon, Portugal – Sagres Campo Pequeno
11/19 Brussels, Belgium – Forest National
11/20 Paris, France – Le Zenith
11/22 Amsterdam, Netherlands – AFAS
11/24 Cardiff, UK – Utilitia Arena
11/26 Glasgow, UK – Ovo Hydro
11/28 Manchester, UK – Aviva Studios
11/29 London, UK – Alexandra Palace
12/01 Cologne, Germany – Palladium
12/02 Frankfurt, Germany – Jahrhunderthalle
12/03 Hamburg, Germany – Sporthalle
12/06 Stockholm, Sweden – Avicii Arena
More info on their website.
THE HIVES
SNOOPER
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