I have to admit that the OVO Hydro and I have never really become close friends.
There’s nothing particularly wrong with the venue. It’s modern, impressive and attracts some of the biggest names in music. Yet I’ve always preferred places like the Barrowland, King Tut’s or Sneaky Pete’s, where you feel closer to the performers and more connected to the atmosphere. Arenas can sometimes leave me feeling a little detached from the action.
That said, there are certain bands worth making an exception for.
The National are one of those bands.
Having already bought tickets as a birthday present for my son, we headed to the Hydro together for an evening with one of the most acclaimed and emotionally resonant bands of the last two decades. Over the years, The National have built a remarkable catalogue of songs that somehow manage to be deeply personal and universally relatable at the same time. Their music often feels like a conversation between old friends, full of uncertainty, reflection, humour and melancholy.
What has always impressed me most about the band is their consistency. Album after album, they have continued to produce thoughtful, intelligent music without ever sounding repetitive. Few groups have managed to evolve so successfully while maintaining such a distinctive identity.
The Hydro may not be my favourite venue, but some artists are capable of making a large space feel surprisingly intimate. The National achieved exactly that. From the moment they took to the stage, the audience seemed completely absorbed in the performance. Matt Berninger remains one of the most charismatic and unconventional frontmen around, capable of making even the largest venues feel personal through the strength of his presence and delivery.
One of the pleasures of taking my son to concerts is sharing bands that have become important parts of my own musical journey. Music often creates connections between generations in ways that few other things can. While our tastes don’t always overlap perfectly, The National felt like the sort of band that could bridge that gap.
As the evening unfolded, song after song reminded me why they have developed such a devoted following. Their music isn’t designed for instant gratification. Instead, it gradually works its way into your life until one day you realise how much it means to you. Seeing those songs performed live only strengthened that connection.
What surprised me most was how little I thought about the venue once the music started. For a couple of hours I completely forgot my usual reservations about the Hydro. That’s probably the highest compliment I can pay both the band and the performance.
Looking back, this felt like exactly the sort of concert I hoped my son would remember. A great band, a shared experience and an evening spent watching artists operating at the very top of their game.
The videos and photographs below capture some of the night, although as always, they only tell part of the story. The real memory is simply being there together and watching one of the finest bands of their generation do what they do best.
You can read a review of it here.
The Photos
Cheers!
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