I had never realized how huge and how beloved The Rasmus was in France. I remember "In The Shadows" being absolutely everywhere in the early noughts, but I never imagined that a quarter of a century later the band would still command such fervour here. Even more surprising, a sizable portion of the crowd was made up of young women who must have been children, if that, during the band’s peak years. Their last Paris date took place in the sweaty confines of La Maroquinerie, so this jump in scale was significant, and the entire venue sang, danced and thrashed from start to finish, even during the newer material from their latest album Weirdo. That level of devotion would be remarkable for a rising act, and for a band more than thirty years into its career it borders on staggering.
It helps that they now possess a catalogue filled with tunes that balance punch and melody, and they pulled generously from it across a ninety minute set. The crowd’s intensity was such that the musicians commented several times on the atmosphere, calling it one of the wildest nights of the tour. It never felt like scripted stage chatter: they genuinely looked moved by the reception. Moments like that push a concert past its expected threshold, the room feeding the band, the band throwing it back, until both sides are locked into the same current, turning an already great show into an unforgettable night.
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