Just thought I’d take this very early oppertunty to mention that New Found Glory are touring again in the UK in November 2008.

Here’s a review of one of thier shows I had the pleasure of going to last year.

 

It’s not a good gig unless you go home with at least one big purple bruise.  New Found Glory had it all, bottle throwing, middle fingers being flashed at the support bands, tiny girls unwillingly participating in needlessly violent mosh pits, and the almost primal chant of “NFG!” being hollered during any point of lengthy silence. But that being said – it was the most cheerful atmosphere I’ve ever experienced. Ever.

It was the first ever gig my boyfriend had been to in his entire life. Even at his tender age of 19, a good 18 months older than me, I felt like as proud as a mother would taking her first child to their very first sports day. Despite the surprisingly violent pit at the gig, every one so was near disgustingly friendly, I even found myself not only pitying the scene queens, and people who insist on PDA mid mosh pit, but even helping them up after I had “accidentally” launched into them across the mosh.

By the encore, 4 bottles of water, 1 lost bandana, several slams into the barrier, and God knows how many decibels of noise later, I still hadn’t had enough. But something was missing, something that in would make this fantastic gig legendry.

 As the lights where fading up and people started to filter out, NFG returned to the stage for one last time. Doling out souvenirs, guitar picks, play lists and the like. And then it hit me. A drum stick straight in the face.  Making it a gig I’ll never forget.