Confession time: it had been 20 years since I last went to a metal show.
Metallica 1992 to Kylesa 2012. That’s one helluva wait between drinks. In fact there were no drinks in ’92 as I was barely a teenager and my laughable attempts to buy cider were in vain.
So I was a little apprehensive as the sun set on the day of the gig at the Academy in Islington, London.
Was I too old? Too normal-looking? Could I handle it? Would it be depressing going to a gig on my own? (Answers at the bottom of the post).