Bruno Mars
Sydney Football Stadium, October 14
★★★★
As a testament to the pent-up excitement, or perhaps the impending meltdown of drunkenness, in the ground-level audience as we waited for the show to begin, impersonator Bruno Mars walks among the crowd causing the kind of hysteria you only get at Mark Latham’s speech or a check-off party for the Everest winners. As for the real thing, it’s going just fine, too.
‘I must accept myself’: Bruno Mars had not eclipsed his first show in Sydney.
From a crimped headband, which never seemed to wear any sweat despite the effort, right down to the snowy white stacked sneakers, which flipped, slipped, slipped, and skewed, Mars had nothing to lose.
Not by the trumpet section he danced as he played and sang better. It’s not through the fireworks group that explosions happen on a regular basis. Not even by super bassist Jamareo Artis, who can rip through shaky riffs without missing a step in his sweeping dance moves.
whether display clevernesssome R&B music from Bobby Brown’s school, treasureMore prolific funk of Earth Wind and Fire, James Brown and the Flame Style, Brass, Funk, Ankles, or Balloon Popping Number, Mars had our number.
surely, perm Trying to weigh in on sex only to find your old buddy Bruno is the cute baby brother you’re chasing around the yard to be really convincingly sexy. And the Grenade It’s a regular half rock/half R&B song that’s neither fish nor bird, and it never goes off.
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But it can start from Versace on the floorThe torch song (the phone) that Michael Jackson could have done, so smoothly how deep is your love, For some semi-domestic colors, to match it perfectly marry youan irresistible song made for every party band to attempt (and fail to match) easy deceptive softness.
Then blow anything out of it using closed from the skyA mood lifter in your face, and putting on your shirt might make a dead man come alive and break his hip dance. Especially if he tries to match any of the moves or sound of Mars. Or worse, its appearance: the line from the inevitable appearing, Uptown Funk“I have to accept myself, I’m so beautiful” is a pleasingly self-parody and disturbingly correct.
Originally published at Melbourne News Vine
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