By definition, rock music suggests danger, grit and adrenaline.
The only danger involving Imagine Dragons is repetitive stress injuries from the band members bashing on all of the drums they have scattered about the stage.
The latest banal band to ascend the charts and lodge itself in heavy rotation, Imagine Dragons, fresh off its Grammy win last month for best rock performance, spent roughly 100 minutes Friday basking in the glow of an adoring audience inside
The affable, bland quintet -- the four-piece band is filled out by an extra guitarist on tour -- worked through its colorless anthems, each spilling into the next with little to differentiate them.
Only Rocks, a dynamic departure into vaguely Afro-pop polyrhythms, gave any sense of variety -- Imagine Dragons rarely deviates from its preferred mode of hokey uplift, mushy cliches and total nonsense ("I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus/This is it, the apocalypse" goes one line from the smash hit Radioactive).
With just one album to its credit, 2012's Night Visions, Imagine Dragons had to stretch to fill its time on stage, which, unfortunately, meant resorting to drum, bass and guitar solos (is it 1976?) and a cover of Rush's
Not every rock band can make a show feel like anything could happen, but that doesn't mean it needs to be a bloodless, pre-programmed march through dull, shallow songs. The reception afforded Imagine Dragons befitted an arena-conquering dynamo. The music being made, however, was anything but.
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