The little tidbit below from Rolling Stone makes me feel better about the short show in Detroit:
Before any band even begins playing, Saturday is off to a promising start. Overcast skies and lower temperatures are a welcome relief from the heat, and the hand-sanitizer dispensers have actually been refilled.
A few stages away, Silverchair is performing in the area for the first time in recent memory. Shirtless and sporting a headband, leader Daniel Johns embraces his inner rock star. The stadium-directed anthems are proudly populist and carried by falsetto vocals. Thanks to the band’s ringing chords, basic structures, showy solos and wishful sentiments (‘The Greatest View’) for an hour, it’s 1996 — or 1976, for that matter — all over again.