I have a confession to make… The craziest, wildest, sweatiest show I’ve ever been to/night I’ve ever had, was a Don Broco show. And I’ve not lived a sheltered giglife, so that really is saying something.
Saturday night- one hours notice, Don Broco are doing a house show in Nottingham. Book and PJs (I’m so rockin’…) pushed to one side; it didn’t take a seconds contemplation.
Playing the most debonair of hosts, the guys were mingling for hours before they started their set. Sharing drinks, setting up their kit, chatting and photo taking with everyone, they didn’t hide out- get ushered in, play and leave. No. They came as just four guys ready for a good night, and they made sure the rest of us had one too.
At this point words can say no more. Check the photos.