The Chameleons at the Electric Ballroom on 14 November felt like a band walking out of the fog with purpose. New album tour shows can sometimes lean too hard on proving a point. This one landed like a statement, but with warmth. The newer material sat comfortably next to the classics, not as “and now for the new stuff”, but as part of the same emotional architecture. It was tight, muscular, and weirdly uplifting for music that still knows how to bruise.
The room helped. The Ballroom has that perfect push and pull: close enough to feel every cymbal shimmer, big enough for the sound to bloom. The set moved with real pacing. Peaks hit, then they let the air back in. Vocals cut through without strain, guitars carried that familiar shimmering tension, and the rhythm section kept everything pinned down like a heartbeat you can lean on.
There was a seriousness to it, but not a museum vibe. More like a band that understands exactly what people came for, then gives them a few sharp surprises. You could see it in the crowd too. Heads down, eyes closed, then that sudden collective lift when a chorus lands and the whole place sings it back.
Photos from the night reflect the same mood: stark light, deep shadows, faces caught mid-thought. The Electric Ballroom never flatters, but it tells the truth. This was worth turning up for.
