Gig Review by Fran Prince

Working our way through the trafficked foyer of Birmingham’s Genting Arena, we squeezed through an ocean of beaming girls who I assumed had eagerly pestered their parents to accompany them to their first ever gig where they were anticipating the arrival of their girl power idols, Little Mix.

A surge of screams unfolded as an amplified Beyoncé’s ‘Who Run the World’ echoed through the arena whilst a Mexican wave embodied the semi-circular surround made up of thousands of bodies.

Little Mix

Little Mix image courtesy of SJM

The excitement bubbled as black out engulfed the audience, smoke filled the air and a blistering sound of screams introduced the group to stage. Exploding (literally) into first song Power, the quartet broke into in-sync dance moves amongst flames and fire.

With men at their feet – and not surprisingly when they were wearing next to nothing in chains and leather S&M styled outfits – their level of hotness would have shattered a thermometer.

The repeated words “crystal ballin” assisted the audience’s prediction of second song Black Magic, its catchy lyrics and fiery girl-band strut resembled the sass of the Spice Girls. Projected images of the singers hosted haunting red eyes that suggested their witchy ways, whilst the pyrotechnics nearly singed our eyebrows off.

If we weren’t already out of our seats, then track Move dragged the remaining bodies (except the Dads) to a standing position ready to shimmy and shake like no one was watching. But something was up – was a mic down? Suddenly the band seemed to be relying on the audience to cover entire verses for them…

The girls caught their breath and during a brief greeting explained that Jade had lost her voice – well that explained the glitchy last song. Jesy Nelson lets us in on a little too much info as she claims “I’m sweating me boobs off!” and the ladies tell us it’s been a hard and finally happy year for them relationship wise, as the ‘Glory Days’ album is all about the complications of love.

On that note, slow song F.U bore resemblance to Meghan Trainor’s ‘I’m Gonna Lose You’ and harmonious sections of the song seemed to symbolise their support for each other throughout their heartbreaks.

Disappearing from sight, we were left ready for more upon their return they were dressed like something from a Victoria Secrets fashion show, blondilocks Perri Edwardswas decked in huge feathered wings, whilst Jade sported a baby pink cowboy hat.

A huge ‘T’ shaped walk way appeared over the heads of the stalls, ready for the ladies to strut their way to the back of the arena and give the crying fans on screen an up-close glimpse whilst singing No More Sad Songs, about to up the tempo.

Like Deja Vu I recalled my childhood-self waving to Rachel Stevens from S Club 7 on this very same walk way over a decade ago. I watched the faces of primary aged girls in awe and oblivious to the giant screens, singing in complete sync with their role models.

Coming together like sisters, the foursome returned to the main stage for a harmonised rendition of Wings, their vocals reverberated through the speakers like something out of a Dream Girls, just as a canon fired butterfly confetti to bring the tempo back up to supersonic.

Yet another dress change and the girls vaulted back to their fans to grasp our attention with Salute.

Focussing on the Glory Days album, the radio avoiders, Private Show and Down and Dirty were still religiously sung back by the crowd, whilst DNA threw us back to their beginnings.

Mass hair whips and lit up phones engulfed the thousands of fans, and the show was one of empowerment, with messages like ‘A Queen will always be a Queen with or without a King’ displayed on screens and the encore Shout Out To My Ex was definitely one that drummed this home to this young fan base.

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