On Wednesday, I saw Frank Turner for the tenth time in my life, and tonight Front Bottoms for the first. Both were incredible, and made me want to never do anything other than go to gigs, ever again.
Seeing Frank again was like singing from a hymnbook; everything was so familiar and glorious and made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It made me think about who I was as a person when I first started listening to his music, compared to who I am now, eight years down the line. Although I don’t rate his latest album too highly (this is a discussion for another day), I’m so glad I saw him again. And in Cavern of all places – the local independent venue with cheap beer and sweat dripping from the walls. But the supports were possibly the highlight of the night. Finding a band you just get instantly on the first go is incredible, and exactly what The Cut Ups were for me. The kind of band where you get home and immediately like them on Facebook, follow them on twitter, and make a mental note to tell your friends to listen to them. Not to mention the first support, Some Kind of Threat, who I couldn’t possibly comment on because I know him and that’d be weird.
Front Bottoms, on the other hand, were less about reminiscing and weeping at the virtue of independent venues, and more about screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs whilst trying not to get punched in the face by a flying mosher. They were high energy, engaging, and just generally entertaining. You didn’t even mind the price of the cider (£4.20 for draught!) or the black eyes and bruises, because you were just having too much fun.
Music is so important to so many people, and it’s easy to forget just how much it means to you when the only chance you get to listen is through tinny earphones on the walk to lectures.
But, basically, support local bands and local venues, listen to more music, and go to as many gigs as possible. They’ll enhance your life tenfold, I promise.