After another short piece, they acutely pulled the plug. A comment about the deafening applause may have been a tipoff to the abridgement. Abrupt outages aside, it did seem as if they fulfilled their duties and were ready to shove off onto to the next leg of their itinerary.
All in all, the plus was the minus in that this turned out to be a showcase for the lesser known members of the band. The reason why the negative sign gets flipped is that Lalle Larsson on keys and Mickael "Walle" Wahlgren on drums were both extraordinary. Filling in for tenured crew, Larsson and Wahlgren are also constituents of Karmkamic; another fabulous side-project piloted by Reingold.
While Sylvan’s voice wasn’t imbued with shooting stars or aurora borealis on this night, it’s apparent he possesses the right tonality for this style of music. He’d surely be on point for future dates. As for raspy patches in this particular connection, he was ready to jet once this nagging layover was over.
Addressing the turbulent disturbance that was alluded to in the introduction, one fan thought this was an audition to, “So you think you can dance?” She shook everything from her hands to her booty in the space between the stage and passengers’ seats. At one point, Sylvan gave a glance to his stewards, acknowledging that this individual’s enthusiastic gestures were an attention-grabber on the scale of someone springing from the aisles whilst the seatbelt light was lit.
Being totally honest, this was a great concert by a band of superior players who could have done better, but whose second-rate performance was first-class to any frequent flyer. They’re that good so no bad news here. Their originality and musicianship flow so effortlessly that they could have done this in their sleep. After crossing several time zones, it’s debatable if they were actually awake.