For the record, I’m done eating sandwiches on tough, hard, crunchy bread. The taste isn’t very satisfying, it wears my jaw out and gives me a headache. It’s sort of like eating a crunchy cookie vs. soft-baked but as if the crunchy cookie were made from bagged concrete. This is the experience I had eating a sandwich (or as much of it as I could) on sfilatino bread from Alidoro.
Still, much love to this wonderful SoHo Italian sandwich shop. I’ll come back in a few weeks for another sandwich assuming I’m not full the first one. And I’ll stick with the focaccia bread.
All in all a solid performance of a mediocre setlist. The band, coming off an arena tour in support for Foo Fighters, must have been stuck in Promote-New-Album-Introduce-New-Fans-To-Old-Material mode. The majority of the NYC crowd were fans who most likely already have the new album and were ready for some surprises. While the band was as tight and great sounding as I’ve heard them, they failed to deliver on the spontaneity. And nothing from Life On Other Planets!
I think the band caught on to their faux paux after it was too late but pledged they would come back to play a new setlist. Here is my recollection of said mediocre setlist (margin of error +/- 2 songs):
Diamond Hoo Ha Man
Bad Blood
Mary
345
Late In The Day
Rebel In You
Ghost Of a Friend
Moving
Outside
St. Petersburg
Butterfly
Strange Ones
Richard III
Sun Hits The Sky
Pumping On Your Stereo
Lenny
Caught By The Fuzz