Kirstenbosch Gardens is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful concert venues in the world. As the sun sets behind the mountain and dusk falls, the Cape Flats turn pink, and the greens of Kirstenbosch deepen. A three-quarter moon overlooked proceedings as support band, Springbok Nude Girls, got the crowd hyped.
A band like the Pixies, that many of us thrashed about to in dark and dingy clubs in the 90s, is almost impossible to review. To have lasted since their formation in 1986 – with a break between 1993 and 2004, and a couple of changes in bass guitarist – and still be selling out in minutes, is proof enough of their brilliance.
And they proved it again last night, under a star-filled sky, as opposed to in a sweat-filled club with a questionable name. Frontman Black Francis still has it, and was fantastically supported by the rest of the band. They got the crowd – many with the grey starting to show, and a smattering of youngsters – screaming and jumping and rocking out as if, well … as if it were the 90s.
It was, to quote the song from their 1988 album Surfer Rosa, gigantic.