Vans Warped Tour UK 2012 Review | Music | This Is Entertainment

Scream your heart out

The fact that America has the Warped Tour every summer might seem unfair (and it is), but what it does mean that on the odd occasion it does make it to the UK you know you are in for something special.

The 2012 Warped Tour saw a host of bands, and some extreme sports stars, take over the iconic Alexandra Palace in north London – and the building scarcely lived to tell the tale.

For hours before the doors were even opened, a motley crew of punk rockers, metal heads, trendies and outcasts flocked around the venue like strung out rock ‘n’ roll junkies – which obviously NONE were…- waiting for their fix.

After navigating a queue which would put any Apple store to shame, the crowd were greeted by an elaborate entrance hall quite out of tone with the ‘hardcore’ happenings within (and, unfortunately, a bit of a bottle-necked navigation nightmare).

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Entering the West Hall is the first moment the event really begins to fit like a glove. A huge vert ramp for skateboarding and BMXing stands proudly next to the bright orange Jagermeister Stage, home to bands who weren’t necessarily smaller names, but took things a little less seriously.

Through the grand doors at the far end is the main hall. Filled with two stages, East and West, joined at the hip like Siamese twins, the set up proved to be a stunningly simple way to pack more music into an already tightly-packed afternoon.

The first band to catch this reviewers attention were It Boys, whose enthusiastic pop/punk stylings included an impromptu rendition of internet sensation Gangnam Style. The spirit of fun continued throughout the day and the likes of Family Force 5, Breathe Carolina and 3OH!3 all successfully getting the crowd into gear. 3OH!3 pushed the envelope the most, showing off the range in their musical repertoire without alienating fans of any one song.

Music policy for the day largely held together, with a few jarring juxtapositions between heavy bands like Architects and pop/punk legends New Found Glory, though this did give time to scope out the hustle and bustle of the merch market.

NFG themselves were well below form. The band tried hard but leading man Jordan seemed strained throughout the set, far from the stellar performances of even just a few years ago.

Thunderous acquiesce

Luckily the rest of the big names were unanimously true to form, with Funeral For a Friend swelling the Jager crowd to almost bone-crushing proportions before making way for the ska punk Warped Tour Veterans from Gainesville, Florida: Less Than Jake.

As the years have passed LTJ have lost none of their fun and enthusiasm, and the crowd were instantly behind them. From there the punk-tastic vibe was carried on by Bowling for Soup who stuck to the formula (some old, some new) but kept the crowd entertained throughout.

On the main stage the scale was a lot more stadium rock than intimate pub gig as Lostprophets kicked off the final act of the night with ‘The New Transmission’. Vocalist Ian Watkins seemed increasingly frustrated with the crowd (perhaps overly familiar with a ‘prophets only crowd after a UK tour?), calling them out to shout, scream and sing louder after almost every song, but still the hits kept coming.

In all this year’s Warped Tour, the first in the UK since 1999, was an undoubted success. A sold out crowd packed into a venue which, while it may not have been the number one choice in practicalities (people traffic at times was unbearable and rooms had to be closed off to avoid over-occupancy), it definitely had character – something which has always been the driving force of the tour itself.

Fingers crossed it will find its way back to Blighty next year.

If you bring a gun, we'll bring an arsenal

View all the best pictures from the show here.

James Michael Parry

50 years of Bond, James Bond: Just the same old story? | Film | This Is Entertainment

With half a century and 23 films (or so) under his belt, some might say the world’s most famous secret agent has had his day.

So if MGM were to turn their back on what is arguably the most profitable film franchise in history, which is rather unlikely what with the records being smashed by the day by latest outing Skyfall, then what would James Bond leave behind?

It all begins with creator Ian Fleming’s books, written at a very different time from the touchscreen-enabled, information rich world we live in today. To watch through the Bond flicks in sequence (as, in fact, I have been doing) is something of a lesson in social history, conveying the tone and nuances of each passing decade.

The Sean Connery years begin with Dr. No, and a very literary figure of Bond. The racial undertones of the 60s themselves show through here with the occasional comment such as when Bond says “Fetch my shoes” so local CIA contact, and African American, Quarrel (John Kitzmiller).

By From Russia With Love the themes are far more beneath the surface, but it’s interesting how suddenly aware the series becomes, only to go a completely different direction in a few films time.

Connery is quintessentially British in the role (despite being Scottish) and this sets the blueprint against which all other screen Bonds are tested.It’s unlikely the camp 70s era owned by Roger Moore would have got away with having Bond dress up as a Japanese man, complete with wig and eye prosthetics, in what could be the least convincing disguise of Bond’s career.

Bond is best when hiding in plain sight, and this is where the classic Bonds differ from his latest incarnation, played by Daniel Craig. Though the character always loves to say his signature line, by Craig’s era, the world is small and a simple background check can be done with a handy smartphone.

When the likes of Moore and Connery played the spy game they had the benefit of audience’s willingness to buy in. By the time Bond’s car became invisible in 2002’s Die Another Day, the secret agent bubble burst, and Pierce Brosnan’s Bond was hastily retired.

While the re-boot in 2006 with Casino Royale may have claimed to go back to the source material, the film-makers couldn’t resist the odd one-liner or cheeky moment. Bond is undoubtedly resilient, any character would have to be to last half a century on the big screen, but his character has gained and lost more traits than he’s had vodka Martinis.

At the character’s core is a balance of ruthlessness and love.

For Connery some of his best moments come from the juxtaposition of the two, such as electrocuting a goon with a heat lamp just seconds after being distracted by a woman, finally remarking: “Shocking, positively shocking.”

It’s sometimes a struggle to take Moore seriously (hovercraft gondolas and double-take pigeons don’t help), but look again and you’ll see him almost breaking a woman’s arm for a name, kicking an unarmed man off a cliff in a car and ejecting a supervillain into space.

Timothy Dalton, often overlooked due to his short stretch (though not as much as Lazenby, who fails to make any impression), represents the first attempt at taking Bond to the gritty edge, as he sees long-term ally Felix Lighter killed by a shark. By the end of the film his love for the only friend who truly understands him, leads him to possibly the most ruthless murder of a Bond villain – lighting petrol-soaked Franz Sanchez (Robert Duval) on fire with Felix’s wedding gift, a lighter.

For Brosnan his most personal story is also his first, pitted against the sublime Sean Bean as former double ‘O’ Alec Trevalyan. This hits home as he lets him fall to his death not because it’s his job, but for revenge.

In this way, Craig has hit the mark in all three of his films so far, with a strong connection to first Vespa and then M (Judy Dench), interspersed with less casual violence, more determined eliminations than random killings.

For Bond to continue to be relevant for the next 50 years, there will – no doubt – need to be changes, but the base set up at the end of Skyfall sets the scene with the best of both worlds, the romantic past and the realistic present, all Bond needs now is an adversary who has a very real chance of taking him down.

James Michael Parry