Let me preface this by saying I am not in the habit of "moshing". I am 26, and confined myself to mosh retirement the day I had to get a deep tissue massage after seeing La Dispute play on a boat, just so I could move my muscles enough to get out of bed without groaning like a bull on the chirpse. However, last Friday I got to see Taking Back Sunday - a band who now sell out stadium tours - play to me and 299 other people in the tiny basement-esque room that is London's Rhythm Factory, and I lost my proverbial shit.
Lots of things happen when stadium rock bands play shows as intimate as this: there is a lot of sweat, people run on stage and pretend to be the singer for a bit (see above), band members run into the crowd and around the venue in a way that gives teenage uber-fans multiple panic attacks, THERE IS A FUCK LOT OF SWEAT... But there's also a shift in dynamic that allows you to see them for who they really are.
With big shows, you always get the feeling that half the room is only there just to hear the hits. Take the same band and put them in the tiniest space they could feasibly occupy and their legacy suddenly takes on a very different vibe. When the entire audience is singing the new material with just as much enthusiasm as the old classics, sometimes more, the "nostalgia band" myth that has lingered around them for the last five years is completely shattered. Apart from the fact that I lost so much bodily fluid I'm concerned it may take me actual years to re-hydrate, no part of Friday felt like "being 16 again", because the thing about Taking Back Sunday is they never lost their relevance.
Anyway, if you weren't there, sucks to be you. But please enjoy these pictures we took and imagine what it felt like to be within spitting distance of the original TBS line-up, propping up Adam Lazzara while he sings directly into your mouth.
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All photography by Jake Lewis
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