[Mr. Armstrong pleased most of the audience; he has timing, charisma and plenty of eyeliner, and he's not afraid to sweat. The fans know their stadium cues as well as he does, and they yelled all they could. But what may have been a fond parody of rock excess started to turn into, well, a stadium concert, complete with a full-length version of Queen's] We Are the Champions, ... No time for losers.