Live music is therapy you can dance to. I need it back in my life | Rick Burin
Four months into lockdown, streamed shows and Spotify don’t cut it any more. Like so many, I ache for the catharsis of a gig
It is 11 days before lockdown, and bubblegum punk-pop is pouring from the speakers in the top room of a north London pub. Nineties indie heroes Helen Love are on stage, and you wouldn’t mistake them for anyone else. Music is so many things, but here it is a time machine: I’m 12 again, in the car with my dad, and the band’s acerbic, absurdist Girl About Town has just crashed into John Peel’s Festive Fifty, turning us into instant fans.
That night in March is interrupted by
