Choking on the acrid fumes of peach vape pens and strongbow dark fruits, everybody is wearing skinny jeans, has tribal sleeve tattoos and uses words like "lush". Just as the concert begins to end and you think "I've made it", several members of the crowd restrain you... "Where are you going? The Killers are on next!"And you are somehow trapped at the front and the camera keeps zooming right in on your face.

