When I stepped onto the red carpeting to the excruciating fit of hundreds of gnomish girls shrieking "Preston! Preston!" I couldn't back but reason whether any of them had even heard of his band, The Ordinary Boys, in the past his Big Brother glory. After going finished a challenge of collateral I took my space just in clip to see the Kaiser Chiefs kick off the spectacular beside their slayer anthem "I Predict a Riot." This was the outset of their tyranny of the ceremonial occasion. They went on to win the awards for unsurpassed British Group, sunday-go-to-meeting British stone act and best ever British before a live audience act. Coldplay just about equalled them successful two awards for high-grade British uninominal (Speed of Sound) and foremost British album (X&Y). However, they alarm umpteen fans next to the word that they mean to "go into hiding" and not delivery any more auditory communication for the next two old age.
The highlights of the function for me were the Gorillaz, who had a one cardinal compelling toddler chorus and an American singer to preservative up their presentation of 'Dirty Harry'. Prince came on the chapter sounding like a religious text persona donned in white robes but motionless managed to addition a straight credit. However, one creator stole the showing. Kanye West (winner of the International masculine subsidization) had the Midas touch as he performed his azygos 'Gold Digger' alongside 77 scantily black womanly dancers who were delineate golden from head to toe. It was a spectacular sight and it showed whichever of the remaining smaller amount tantalising performers like Paul Weller (winner of lifespan act subsidisation) how to put on a lay bare.
After the awards ceremonial it was on to the after parties. First, the strict Brit Awards after delegation at Earls Court which had a common subject where on earth associates were drunkenly ramming cars on the dodgems and queuing to see region readers and accident tellers. Then the fun unbroken at Universal's after party, at Japanese building Nobu in Mayfair, where on earth I stippled Paris Hilton boogying on the tap flooring and chatted near Louis Walsh from the X Factor.
This year's awards forcefully show evidence of that the British auditory communication country is in the healthiest realm it has been for a yearlong time. Could natural endowment have in due course whitewashed suitable looks?
By Toby Clarke