His music is full of complex tempos and more or less unique instrumentation. And his voice bugs the hell out of me. Despite the crowd's enthusiasm, I'm apparently not alone. I'm standing next to a reporter from MTV radio, who is communicating to a small team covering the event. I fucking hate that guy.
Canadian flags unfurl.
The boys look uninterested, complacent next to their girlfriends. He's goading the crowd, pumping them up, higher and higher. It's beyond working them into enjoying the show. He's encouraging the pit, working them into a frenzy. Below him, the pit is a war zone, a sweaty, dirty, roiling mass of vicious guys knocking the fuck out of one another.