I annoyingly do kind of agree with the general complaints that the kids are ruining gigs these days. TikTok and the pandemic has demolished their concert etiquette. And I do try not to let that annoy me too much, but when the headliner has to interrupt their set at least six times because people are fainting, it’s gone too far. This is symptomatic of my relationship with boygenius, a band whose music I do like but my god do they encourage the worst in their fans. Admittedly, I’m someone distracted by spending the night avoiding Phoebe’s ex who, it turns out, is standing literally in front of us, but still. They’re good! Julien Baker deserves so much more! Hearing the EP songs was excellent, but was it excellent enough to outweigh my real distaste for that symbiotic relationship going on? Erm. Maybe not quite. MUNA defied my expectations by opening with the one song I really wanted to hear, which freed me up to go to try to find some cheesy chips for me and Phoebe, and as Phoebe put it, “she can’t sing live, but she’s very hot”. Getting to lay on the grass whilst Ethel Cain opened was a genuinely lovely moment. The calm before the storm.