“RodeoHouston! We’re here, we’re doing it! Alright, this might be two and a half years delayed but I'm okay with that, and I actually practiced so I feel like tonight I'm gonna be really good, and I’m gonna slap you guys around,” she said two songs into a career spanning set. The two year interim might have felt a bit longer for all of us, but spoiler alert — she was really good, and she did slap us around a bit.
The 17 song set list was as dizzying as those
Ska-punk frontwoman; sonically radical pop star; television personality; one-half of an industry power couple. If there was one question going into last night’s set: which Gwen will show up?
Given the number of No Doubt tunes blasted through the speakers, it was mostly the ska-punk frontwoman. But they all had a chance to shine in last night’s manic funhouse.

The television personality audiences have come to know throughout her tenure on The Voice, and a Texas-sized smile, charmed NRG Stadium in between songs with off the cuff banter. Recurring themes there included “70,000 people!” and “Two and a half years!” But conflating her split life between Anaheim and Oklahoma with feeling like family with the Houston crowd to segue into the first lyric of her inaugural solo hit “What You Waiting For?” had to have been one of the night’s cheekiest, campiest, somehow all too perfect soundbytes. That lyric, by the way: What an amazing time...What a family...
She nodded to the missing half of the music business super-alliance that is Blake Shelton & Gwen Stefani. (“He’s babysitting for me right now, okay!”) This review is hardly the time or place to theorize on the ways in which their union symbolizes hope for political unity in this country, but last night’s show would have lacked a key facet of Stefani’s celebrity model had Shelton gone unmentioned. Heaven forbid the marriage goes a day without being commodified.
Perhaps the connecting thread between Stefani’s artistic house of mirrors is her voice. Like a chameleon, she adapted her vocal affect to fit her songs’ needs, vacillating from smooth legato lines (“Don’t Speak,” “It’s My Life”) to more aggressive, percussive blows (“Sunday Morning,” “Bathwater”). There was also this weird, exuberant vocal tic she did throughout the night to hype the crowd. It sounded something like “OooUH!” or “OoUh-OoohUh!”
Whatever it was, believe me when I say it was bananas.
Personal Bias: After last night’s show, RodeoHouston should seriously consider booking No Doubt in the nearer-than-further future. Let’s say in about two and a half years?
Random Notebook Dump: No Doubt songs with choreography?
Overheard in the Crowd: “Slap ‘em, Gwen!”
Set List:
Sweet Escape
Sunday Morning
Underneath It All
Bathwater
It’s My Life
Rich Girl
Ex-Girlfriend / Hella Good
Don’t Speak
Wind It Up
Cool
Luxurious
What You Waiting For?
Hey Baby
Spiderwebs
Just A Girl
Hollaback Girl