'Seeing the rapper up close and personal instils a sense of serenity'
Julia Hope

15:27 14th March 2019

In the mind of a ‘Posty’ fan, the pop-rap, face-tatted 23 year-old Texan can do no wrong. Even if his performance is subdued by his lack of energy due to binge drinking, smoking and fulfilling the ‘bouji’ lifestyle he relentlessly drilled into our heads with infamous and hedonistic chart-topper ‘rockstar’.

Despite his inability to carry out a song without taking some serious deep breaths in between lines, seeing the rapper up close and personal instils a sense of serenity. He was just your typical, slightly overweight average-looking white guy. The dude that made you laugh in class and forever had a mischievous grin sprawled across his face. The guy that despite his apparent constant euphoria sometimes would expel the aura that there was something deeper, underneath the mass of his curly locks. One of the many reasons Austin Post is so universally loved, by all shapes, sizes and ethnicities is because of his relatability - we all know someone a little bit like him. For someone like Post Malone to achieve such mass success; it gives us, a small fish, a dangerous sense of hope. Maybe we can achieve our dreams too like he tells us, too?

We can take aim at Austin relentlessly because he’s an easy target, but, the young rapper has an undeniable amount of charisma and likability, and yes – he is talented too, as much as he is seemingly average. 

The O2 Arena is infamous for its fantastic productions and exhilarating performances, and putting aside Post Malone’s relaxed disposition, his passion and dedication shines through when he appears from underneath a black box that was covering him for his grand reveal. Lights beam from above his enclosure as smoke bellows out whilst the box is risen and ‘Broken Whisky Glass’ begins to echo throughout the arena.

He transitions flawlessly into ‘Too Young’, a synth-filled and bass-heavy anthem that talks about the epidemic of artists dying before they’d actually lived a full life due to partying too hard once they’d reached success. The Texan-singers husky voice compliments the hip-hop and trap beats outrageously well, and Post hardly misses a note. 

His singing is one of the highlights of the show, his deep guttural tone and ability to hit those questionable high-notes gives an organic and refreshing feel to a very rehearsed and high production show. As soon as Post utters the words ‘Better Now’, the whole room shakes. A painfully catchy pop, hip-hop-ballad that has been in the charts for a staggering 40 weeks now, thrills the already ecstatic crowd. 

The performance continues with a mixture of rapturous tunes from both accomplished albums beerbongs & bentleys and Stoney, such as ‘Psycho’ and ‘I Fall Apart’. In between each song Austin addresses the crowd by saying, “ya’ll Londoners are crazy, I fuckin’ love you”. He doesn’t need to go into a speech or give a life lesson to engage his audience, he already has them eating out of the palm of his hand. 

For the grand finale, the room lights up with ominous red lights surrounding the stage and smoke consumes the singer, making him appear devilish but endearing. ‘rockstar’ begins to blast through the high-powered speakers and has the crowd in fits of hysterics. Halfway through the song, Austin reaches for an electric guitar at the back of the stage, only for the purpose of destroying it in a old-school and classic rock ‘n’ roll style. After that obnoxiously cool display of his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude, he continues to uplift the crowd by screaming that they can achieve anything they want too. 

Post Malone appeals to a worldwide mass of people, young and old. His charisma and charm, funny-wit and half-assed talent are what make the young man so attractive to the millennial generation. He projects an image of hope to people that know nothing but hard-work and low pay. For that, we are thankful to ‘Posty’, for providing us with catchy hip-pop tracks that allow us to forget who we are for a minute, and dream of bigger and better things – regardless of who we are or where we’ve come from. 


Photo: Ben McQuaide