Where were all the teenagers? That was my first thought as I looked around the crowd at the M83 show at Vega last night. On the surface, M83 is an electro-pop group with an 80s sound whose catchy hooks could easily be the soundtrack to long summer holidays with no responsibility – a time of young love and freedom and an antidote to the cynicism and competitiveness of adult life.
But the people who turned out were, well, rather old. Sure, there were young women in floral dresses and boys in white vests and beanies bearing the first brave attempts at facial hair. But most were in their late twenties and thirties. Some might have even been old enough to be parents of the kid talking about a magical frog on the track ‘Raconte-Moi Une Histoire’ from M83’s latest album Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming – the album that has projected them into the mainstream after the enormous popularity of the single ‘Midnight City’.