2015 was undoubtedly Future’s year. Dropping four highly acclaimed mixtapes/albums in a row that were hot in the streets and the clubs is a tough act to follow; ‘Beast Mode’, ’56 Nights’, ‘DS2’, and ‘What A Time To Be Alive’ with Drake.
After tonight’s “lituation” of a show I have no doubts that Future intends to carry on his winning streak into 2016, riding off the incredibly strong foundation he built for himself last year. The 5000 strong, young, “urban” crowd was lit up with a sea of Snapchat screens at the first sign of Future’s DJ Esco.
Esco dropped a banger for the crowd before the man of the moment stepped on stage, needless to say pamdonium ensued. Snapchats abound, I found myself in an ocean of young fans dabbing and mobbing, smoking zoots and tossing glasses of Henny in the air as Future and DJ Esco proceeded to go through some of the hits, of which he’s got a lot. By the second song a young lady was being dragged from the front of the crowd by security, a victim of the insane mosh pits Future had unwittingly generated.
Somewhere in between the barrage of bangers – ‘Peacoat’, ‘Digital Dash’, ‘Where Ya At’, ‘I Serve The Base’, ‘Stick Talk’, ‘Blow A Bag’, ‘Rotation’, ‘Blood On The Money’, ‘Slavemaster’ and dabbing – when Future felt like having a break he started playing Krept & Konan’s ‘Freak of The Week’, to which the crowd responded with shrieks of ecstasy. These were only trumped when LO and behold Krept and Konan themselves appeared on stage in some luxurious winter coats to perform this and UK street anthem ‘better not waste my time’.
When ‘March Madness’ dropped the energy in Brixton was electric, people looked like they might fall off the balcony such was the magnitude of the turn up.
Future was dressed simply in white jeans and a grey tee, but with neck and wrists glistening of course. Producer Metro Boomin also made an appearance on stage as Esco began going through the numerous hits they’ve amassed together, starting with ‘Jumpman’ and going into ‘Karate Chop’, ‘Honest’ and more.
You almost forget how many hits Future has, but tonight served as an adamant reminder of who wears the crown. 90% of the songs that were played are huge bangers, this is no easy feat, maybe only Drake is matching him at the moment hits wise.
Critics may reduce Future’s music down to a formula, but the energy of his music, his wordplay and his ability to write both very catchy verses and hooks is undeniable. Those who point to his simple style and ignorant lyrics need only look to songs like ‘March Madness’ to contemplate “cops shooting n*ggas tragic”, because despite his position as a strip club, trap rapper he does have some form of conscience and is socially aware, even if he is talking about expensive cars in the preceding line. Future didn’t need to say anything about the police. Many in his position don’t. If you even listen close enough to Future’s lyrics, they’re often melancholy musings on the trappings of excess, addiction, drugs and fornication: the vices that come with fame and fortune.
It’s always a good sign if after a concert you go straight home and carry on listening to the artist. In my case my love for some of Future’s songs was reignited at tonight’s show and I now want to decipher his lean induced mumblings further.
How long will Future’s brand of trap nursery rhyme bangers last? Who knows, but for now he’s still riding high off last years winning streak with no signs of slowing down. Now, where’s my dirty sprite?