Sweary and charming: Foo Fighters put on one hell of a show

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Performing at Marvel Stadium, the iconic band takes the crowd on a journey back over three decades of hits.

Welcome to Foo Fest 2026. Circle the belly of Marvel Stadium where bars, carnival-style cuisine and a robust smoker’s section swarm with Foo Fighters’ multigenerational fanbase. As the band takes the stage, charismatic master of dad rock Dave Grohl promises, firmly, to kick our asses with three hours of rock’n’roll.

Female-fronted openers FRENZEE and The Belair Lip Bombs are a thoughtful balance to the masculinity marathon. Foo Fighters bear the weight of three hours – and 31 live-playing years – with power.

Grohl is an impeccable frontman, who says f--- a lot, and motherf---er almost as much. His presence is amplified on towering screens, tracing neck muscles straining in each scream, chewing gum slipping between brilliantly bared teeth. Grohl swaggers with rockstar theatrics, flinging hair, chugging beer and breaking for wandering digressions that are charmingly, well, dad.

The production flashes with lightning-storm illumination and ever-changing video aesthetics: dreamy, distorted, scribble-scattered or bursting with colour. Even those at the back get one hell of a show. Classics deviate into fresh solos. The crowd collaborates, enunciating the anthemic Best of You and My Hero, stamping to the chugging riffs of Walk, carrying a constellation of phone lights in These Days.

Foo Fighters has a muscular sound. Grohl can sustain screams but falters a little in quieter moments, straining for Under You, his melodies in This is a Call swallowed by guitar snarls and crashing drums. An exception is Aurora, played in honour of late drummer Taylor Hawkins, pensive sorrow-rock powered with gentle, earnest vocals.

Ilan Rubin is a captivating successor to Hawkins, from galloping beats and a mind-melting solo in No Son Of Mine to the hypnotic drive of Run. Drumroll attacks in Monkey Wrench are matched by frenzied cinematography, this possessed musical beast about to destroy himself. Grohl plays towards him, a mirroring of mop-haired, black-clad men.

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