With striking blue lights firing down onto the stage like the mothership’s megaweapon from Independence Day, Mike Shinoda and co. appear from the shadows, and dive into one of the most audacious and electrifying opening salvos we may have seen all year with Somewhere I Belong, Crawling, Lying From You and Points Of Authority. Much has been said about whether Emily can match the power and prowess of Chester, and while a different entity entirely, the passion and authenticity she brings to these songs is unfuckwithable. Although, to be fair, there isn’t really any need for a singer during Crawling, such is the volume of London’s collective voice, who have been craving this choral catharsis for so many years.
In fact, it’s nigh-on impossible not to get swept along by the sheer exhilaration of hearing these stone-cold bangers again. What I’ve Done. One Step Closer. Numb. Songs that had been previously consigned to rock clubs and nu-metal playlists, now back where they belong as living, breathing musical monsters. And as Emily’s voice warms into it throughout the set, it’s clear why she caught the attention of the band, with her vocal dexterity veering from guttural growls to soaring choruses, recapturing that magic we’ve so missed.
As chants for Emily echo around The O2 following a haunting rendition of My December that leaves the singer on the verge of tears, it’s important to note that nobody here considers the Dead Sara frontwoman as a Chester replacement. Despite LP not acknowledging their departed singer at any point – which is an interesting decision for their fifth show back, but perhaps understandable considering the online discourse – he has been in the minds and hearts of everybody here, as we’re taken back to the times we saw him perform or first heard that era-defining voice. His legacy lives on in the music that unites those on and offstage. At times it’s not even really like watching a band, but six facilitators of a communal experience, reigniting that flame for a band who mean so much to so many.