Sam Fender at the O2 Arena

The O2 hosted a sea of black and white stripes last night as Newcastle’s Sam Fender performed at the iconic venue. Football scarves and jerseys awash, the floor bubbles with excitement at the return of Fender after years away from touring. He has said himself that a return to the bright lights makes him nervous but, from the moment he shuffles casually onstage to his firework-framed exit, he is thriving.

Dead Boys is Fender’s opener, a heart-wrenching song about male suicide. His lyrics and subject matters have always been outwardly political, and choosing to open with this track, his vocals bright and clear, reminds one why he’s so highly regarded as an artist. Getting Started ignites the crowd, the saxophone is brought out to cheers, and The Borders keeps them rocking. Fender opts for an acoustic guitar for Wild Long Lie, plucking folkier rhythms as long hypnotic synths blend into the background. Black waves crash on the screen behind him, adding to the atmosphere as his band sings alongside – their voices merge beautifully, filling the words with something ethereal. The outro is simply made to be played live, and Fender and his band do not disappoint in the slightest.

The saxophone and trumpet are a highlight throughout the show, elevating the music. Yet Fender’s guitar, of course, is the main event. Each lick is smooth and natural, the strings just extensions of his fingers. New track Arm’s Length has some particularly catchy riffs, and the audience goes wild as the harmonica is brought out.

Before Spice, Fender requests that everyone takes care of each other – the mosh pits are about to begin. It’s a sweet sentiment, and one that is likely necessary as the thudding beat begins. His versatility must be noted: from indie folk to heavy rock, Fender knows what he’s doing and slots right into place. For both this and Howdon Aldi Death Queue, the floor looks fluid. Circles of empty space appear and disappear and heads vibrate in jumping groups; people are on shoulders, flinging scarves around in the air. Ultimately, everyone looks like they’re having the time of their life.

Fender’s voice is flawless throughout. Full of story, effortless belts and his accent still strong, it’s a pleasure to experience.

Hypersonic Missiles – or, as Fender fondly describes it, the song that got him into this mess – is the closer, and everybody goes totally mental. Confetti covers the room as golden fireworks explode (yes, inside the arena), and the doors open back to real life. The roaring tune of Seventeen Going Under can be heard all the way to North Greenwich station: no one is ready to let go of this night. 

Talitha Stowell
Photos: Phoebe Phox

For further information and future events visit Sam Fender’s website here.

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