After a stonking version of Halo, new song Avalon, gets it's live premiere, and is appreciated as much as the classics. Being the opening night of the European tour, new album World on Fire gets a good airing. Slash could be accused of using the Irish crowd as guinea pigs to test drive his new material, but this is a knowledgeable audience and they know their Slash. Each new song is warmly welcomed, like a new member of the family.
Stone Blind, while not one of my favourite tracks, definitely works better in the flesh. Brent Fitz drum intro on You Could Be Mine, takes us back to the Use Your Illusion days. It's hard to believe this song is 23 years old, but Kennedy and The Conspirators barnstorming performance gives it a brand new coat of paint. After Shots Fired, Kennedy gives his pipes a well deserved break. Bassist Todd Kerns takes centre stage brilliantly. Firstly on Doctor Alibi, a song originally recorded with Lemmy from Motorhead and then on another G 'n' R gem, You're Crazy. This guy clearly relishes being a leader, his arrogant, in your face, delivery brought the house down.
Then suddenly we're back in 1987, Mr Hudson boards a raised platform, and the prominent chords of Sweet Child O' Mine ring out around the arena. The crowd swayed their hands in unison, couples embraced, an overwhelming nostalgic feeling gripped the Dublin faithful. Velvet Revolver fans weren't forgotten about, as couples let go to raise their fists to the menacing, creepy, but excellent, Slither. Then for the motherfucker of all encores, the ground floor of the arena turned into a mass mosh pit, as Paradise City gives the crowd another nostalgic belt of pure classic rock.
I have never seen so many smart phones and designer eye wear flying through the air. The songs manic finish featured two exploding confetti guns which only added to the madness. A memorable way to finish a memorable evening. Overall, a gripping, emotional and utterly mind blowing evening, with a man clearly on top form at the moment. Backing band The Conspirators compliment him perfectly.
And what of Myles Kennedy, well the highest compliment I could probably pay him is that if the classic Guns 'n' Roses line up of Appetite for Destruction were to reform, minus the services of Mr Axl, then he would more than fill his boots. Bar controversy, he wins on every level, especially vocally, where there is no contest.
Oh, and his timekeeping is impeccable. Great night.