Why don’t you like support acts? Even Tarquin likes support acts. Mary Berry likes support acts.
Seriously, what’s the problem? Don’t make that face, as if you’re always there for the start. Even the times you arrive early, you’re cruising the merch stand, or checking yourself in on social media, so everyone you know can feel shabby about being stuck at home. Sometimes you’re having the noisy catch-up with your gig buddy that you could be having elsewhere, where the drinks are loads cheaper and there’s more variety. Sometimes you are having a catch-up over drinks elsewhere – because they’re cheaper and there’s more variety.
This year alone, I’ve had the joyous surprise of Shock Machine, Clean Cut Kid, Bath’s Feuerhaus and Bristol’s own Gaz Brookfield in support slots. Those epiphanies more than doubled the joy of each evening. I fell in love with Towers after just three songs, on before Desperate Journalist at the Louisiana – three songs before they disbanded forever. Picture Nadine Shah, third on a bill behind Sadpaw (remember them?) and Duke Special in 2013, or catching Sigur Ròs before Godspeed You! Black Emperor at the Trinity in 2000.
It’s not as if asking you to support the support is upselling, like some poor sod asking you if you want a chocolate orange for an extra quid in McColls. You’ve paid to see them; it’s integral to the ticket price. The act you really want to see has probably recommended them. Just because you’ve “never heard of them,” doesn’t make them musically leprous. They haven’t heard of you either. Why not swipe right and see if they’re your type? When your favourite band was playing to three punters and a pug, did that make them shite?
Even Foo Fighters like support acts. Mr Grohl – well done.
Congrats to our faves IDLES for landing their stadium support with Foo Fighters last month, from everyone at BLM. Listen to Jeffrey Lewis’ ode to support tours below: