Shawn Mendes is not only all healthy poptøsers big dream. He is also the mother-in-law dream.
the Lad is a bit of a nightmare, if you hope, the daughter drags something with substance with home.
Saturday took 13,000 in the Royal Arena to see Mendes, whose greatest talent is that he is able to smile incessantly without seeming to get hurt in cheeks.
But the 20-year-old would not be ecstatic if it was completely hvinet to of thousands of occupied girls, who presumably are willing to give even their phone for a date?
There were shot selfier with an intensity of maskingeværniveau, and the fans screamed so loud, that they could not hear him, they had come to hear.
They did not miss it.
The basic problem in the canadian is that he appears as a product, which is conceived on a pladeselskabskontor, where the suits got a lucrative idea, since they took the best from Justin Bieber and the worst from John Mayer and built the Shawn Mendes.
Added crackling klynkevokal song the suspicious phenomenon, nonetheless, probably through its tilforladelige repertoire, and he got the help of the middle of the wild skråleri on the particular pianoballaden ’Never Be Alone’, but while the audience in the sold-out floor stood up uninterrupted, then lifted the music itself is rarely above the stage floor.
In a set of 98 minutes, there was too much between the favourites like ‘There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back’, ’Treat You Better’ and ’Mercy’, who is obviously not written by Mendes himself, and a sequence with sjælere from the mandatory intimscene dotted the affair.
The sceneshowet was otherwise surprisingly tasteful, but the band was equal to the ’X Factor’, which says a great deal about that in this questionable genre is it more important how the music looks, than how it sounds.
neatly and Nicely. And nicely boring.
Lost in Japan
There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back
Nervous
Stitches
I Know What You Did Last Summer/Mutual
Bad Reputation
Never Be Alone
the Life of the Party
When You’re Ready
Like to Be You
Ruin
Treat You Better
a Particular Type
Where Were You in the Morning?
Fallin’ All in You
the Youth
Why
Mercy
Fix You
In My Blood