July 14, 2002 at The Witness Festival in Dublin, Ireland...main stage at 5pm...by Stuart Bailie for the BBC Northern Ireland
Pelle wishes us a good morning, which is a bit late, but hey, let’s not be picky. He’s camping it and throwing shapes like mad. He is the best. There’s no rationality when you see something like this. You want to steal a Harley and ride it on stage. Naked. You want to inject raw Tequilla into your eyeballs. At least a gallon of it. Instead, we stand there grinning, as the hits gallop past, as the crowd are coaxed into massive sing-a-longs. Pelle spells the bands name a few dozen times. It’s alright really. We remember. We’re getting the tattoo next week.
The riff rules. The Hives are emperors of all they survey. Which amounts to tens of thousands of Irish folk who have just witnessed a band achieving royal status.
