Naturally the gig was stupendous. As you'd expect from the band who've delivered The Album Of the Year. So far. But in between support band Malakai and the afore-mentioned headliners I was left pondering from the sloping floor (what a blindingly simple and genius idea), what on Earth is all the decor about?
If you haven't been, and why not?, the interior of the hallowed haunt is a architectural anomaly. A one-off based on a small Mediterranean village.
I came to the conclusion that the Brixton Academy was formerly a playhouse. Its last production was some kind of Italian based classic, possibly Romeo & Juliet. As the venue metamorphasised into a gig haven, it froze, TARDIS-like to forever remain in that state.
I imagine Wonkypedia would tell me otherwise, perhaps even the truth. But I prefer to stick with my romantic theory.
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