What Angèle does in Sportpaleis is much bigger than ours and yet still full of stretch ★★★★ ☆

The shade that came down the stairs on the first notes of “Plus de sens” could be anyone. Ariana Grande, Rihanna, Beyoncékisa: And with that cuteness I stood there. The illusion persisted until the first binding text. Good evening, Antwerp! Comment ca va ce soir?This is only possible Angel Van Laken Best community compromise in this country since the Egmont Covenant.

Every year since her first official Botanique concert, almost from day to day six years ago, has been Angèle’s year and 2022 is no less. She released the extended version of her second album Nonante-Cinq, in addition to Sportpaleis which she booked no less than four times at Vorst Nationaal and in France she toured extensively along the main arenas. Angèle gets the numbers to fill those boxes, but not all of her songs are up to her – the creaking she hears is the sound of a church being cursed. What I mean by that is that I like a song like “Tu me respectes” so early in the set much better on a silver rush record version than an artillery-fire-like bassline and a drummer doing his thing on steroids.

The group, with another guitarist and keyboardist, even went over Angèle’s weak voice on the first songs. That might explain why she sometimes didn’t quite catch a note between dances. Did not fall off the staff. Compare it to Cristiano Ronaldo Who plays several passes wide to get in, but then his team’s goal is to h… sorry, bad example.

Lots of bad news about the details and confined to the early evening. Then it went from good to great to sometimes amazing. It’s like teaching Angèle how to put on a good pop show Neymar Learning to walk…another bad example. Every start, stop, and dance routine has been rehearsed down to the second, yet none of the songs sound like a song. Visually, the concert is more than surprising enough, with holograms and 3D projections (“Perdus”) or with a singer starting to film herself in front of the big screen visuals (“Amour, haine & risk”).

Talking about “Ta Rin” the loveShe says, and the singer wraps herself in the multicolored flag of lesbians in glee. I think of the many young children in the room, mostly girls, who will ask their parents after the concert what these colors represent and how important the answer is to some. Angel herself hasn’t had a chance to tell the world at her own pace that she likes women, thanks to the French TV presenter who outed her without even asking. Even without this knowledge, the statement is powerful in its informality, powerful as it is comic.

More little winks in the visuals: Sam’s green light in her dog “Jalousie” pipet who floats on the clouds during the song “Oui ou non” and passes the crocodile drawn as “Tout oublier” – the crocodile is the favorite animal of her brother and partner duo Romeo Elvis, who was absent in Antwerp. Also no Damso As in Paris, not to mention Dua Lipabut fortunately there Tamino‘, who called Angèle on his last ‘Sahar’ recording of ‘Sunflower’. With tender, l Cohen A delicious ballad, Linkebeek’s Lotus and Mortsel’s Pharaoh close out the quieter part, as Angèle plays a few piano solos.

Thanks to the extra screen projection, “Tempête” drowns out hurricanes and lightning bolts, Angèle trades her red cape for a silver one, and only then does she really start selling songs by kilo. first “Libre,” “Flou,” and “Fever,” then “Balance ton quoi”: I did not understand all its binding texts in French, but the last word was parental. The young ladies in front of me, no more than six, could not know that word, but they sing along with all the French they have, and you can see the music makes them sway to their ponytail roots.

“Démons,” the first of two numbers repeated, is the way someone like Angèle should close out her concerts: powerful, hard, and mundane. ‘Bruxelles je t’aime’ is the inevitable last and also typical of them: mischievous, coquettish and Brussels, although Liège pies also stumble across the screen. A woman from the world and a girl from the capital, Angèle continues to combine the two roles without drops of sweat on the forehead. Not even after two hours of performance by the way. How many Belgians spend that time by just their work? How many artists are everywhere without getting bored anywhere? What Angèle does here is so much bigger than ours and yet still bursting with gratitude, with her sweet obliging texts in Dutch, English and French like a waffle.