Everybody remembers the songs from the good concerts they go to, but it is only the truly great ones that register memories involving all of the senses. Weeks later it isn’t the setlist you recall. It’s the smell of spilled beer. The sensation of the bass rattling your chest cavity. The taste of your own sweat dripping down your face. The image of hundreds of strangers moving as one.
Shows like this aren’t mere memories, they become an irreplaceable part of our very being. Over the course of three years, IDLES were giving their fans this experience nearly 200 nights each year. Then it all came to a screeching halt.
As the UK settled into lockdown, the band had an opportunity to take a break. All of the hard work they had put in over the
