Here I was, at the front of the queue preparing to watch my favourite band. For so many years I have cited The Maccabees as the best guitar band in the country, picking up Colour It In when I was only 15, I've followed their career for a very a long time. And now, looking behind me at the size of the queue, it's apparent that new album Given to the Wild has brought the attention of so many more willing fans.
About 20 minutes before doors open, guitarist brothers Felix & Hugo White leave through the front door, only going to pick up some things pre-show but instead walk over to the line of people queuing to say hello and to have a small chat. 'Nice shirt man!' Felix says as he approaches me, hand already outstretched for a handshake. After only a couple of minutes of talking to him he's already one of the most likable people I have ever met, seeming genuinely humbled that people were queuing early to get a good spot. 'Make sure you all stay warm!' he exclaims as he finally leaves. It left me feeling somewhat endeared knowing that my favourite musicians are not only extremely talented but also nice human beings.
Thanks to our early arrival, we got centre front row on the barrier directly in front of Orlando’s mic and it was amazing as expected. The atmosphere was electric, causing me to leave covered in bruises, aching all over and still quivering with excitement. If you've seen The Maccabees live you’ll get how energetic it is but if not then I implore everyone to go to a show at least once. Highlights from the night included the euphoric crescendo of 'Feel to Follow', fan favourite 'Wall of Arms' and new crowd pleaser 'Pelican'.
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If there really was a competition for nicest guy in the world I would have no hesitation in entering both the guysI met that night. There is no faux cocky frontman persona here but a stumbling, awkward, lovable gentleman. After saying our goodbyes I left completely vindicated that I had championed them as one my favourite bands all these years and looking excitedly on wards to the tour later in March.
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