The lot I'm on about were overweight middle-aged yobbish looking people, chanting his name for about half an hour non-stop beforehand. Really annoying, and I hadn't seen people like that at his or Pulp gigs since they were huge. I could tell there were quite a few dickheads at Wireless last year and avoided going too far in as that's where they were headed
Watched them on my own a couple of times. Leeds 2000 was one & another in 2001. It was alright. There was one guy at Brixton last year I had to walk away from because I WANTED to punch him. His manners were apalling. We just moved away and everything was lovely after all.
I'd second that the crowd at Brixton were far better than Hyde Park. I noted afterwards that I appeared to be standing in a big pool of mud & it hadn't been raining... Oh that would be the guys behind us then that were just pissing all over the place.
I don't mean to complain. Audiences at Pulp shows are actually really nice in general. There are some bands & some venues that seem to feed bad behaviour & Pulp are definately not one.
-- Edited by weed on Saturday 4th of August 2012 01:36:10 AM
I saw them by myself at Brixton the second night. I was night at the front and the crowd were top class, me and the guy next to me singing our hearts out to The Trees. I'm sure there were some knobs at Brixton, but the audience were amazing compared to Hyde Park (I'm sure I've told you of those Italian girls wearing Jarvis masks, forcing their way to the barrier by pretending to be ill, then trying to get the bouncers to throw me out as i was being pressed against them and they said i was TRYING to hurt them. Got my own back by emptying an entire bottle of water over their heads at the end of the gig, mind)
I go to every gig on my own, partly cos I've got no one else to go with and partly cos I prefer it that way to dragging someone only partially interested along to witness my temporary insantity near the front. But I always meet plenty of nice people when I get there. So Fred, no excuses get your unparalysed arse down to Sheffield.
translation: Pack a sweater (right?). Why is it called a sweater anyway? presumably your anything but sweaty if the weather is cold enough to have to wear one