Gig Review: Last Shadow Puppets

On the 16th of July, The Last Shadow Puppets played Alexandra Palace in London. Somehow, we went, and it was one of the best nights of our lives. Five minutes in and I (Elli) took my chucks off so I could dance with more freedom and with added assurance that I would gain zero blisters as a result. With nothing on my feet all night bar a fun pair of red woolen socks with tiny hotdogs embroidered on them, I was beyond content. At least, it was a warm notion at first, until it surely became a very uncomfortable reality after stepping in puddles of beer and having my little toes trodden 66+ times collectively. It was all child's play, though because nothing (NOTHING) was going to take away from the experience of seeing Miles Kane and Alex Turner in the flesh.

We arrived just in time to catch the end of the opening acts and started the set somewhere between the middle and the back of the audience. A song or two later and a couple minutes spent bouncing around a black hole of sweaty, moshing concert-goers and we found ourselves metres from the stage. As far as I'm concerned the rest of the night was a welcome blur of blood, sweat, tears, laughs and a ridiculously near-successful attempt at getting backstage. Of course such a glorious blur couldn't possibly warrant any gig review other than one of cold, hard photographic memories, so from here on in there'll be less words (none actually) and a summary in pictures. Nothing new from me really. Hamish was armed with a trusty disposey too, so we've come out the other end with a nice collection together to at least remember a night that even photos could never, ever retell. 

Words and photographs by Elli Webb and Hamish Litser  

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AUXElli Webb