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Here’s a super speedy Music Monday because I have a feeling jet lag is going to hit me really soon and I may fall asleep on my laptop…

On Saturday (December 7), Ro and I saw Don Broco at the Camden Roundhouse in London (England…not Ontario).

First of all: the Roundhouse is literally a round house. It’s awesome. And huge. Much bigger than I expected (max capacity is roughly 3000 people)…and since the show was sold out, the line to get in wrapped around the block.

Opening act, Lonely the Brave, was excellent. We looked up their songs beforehand, so they were vaguely familiar. Definitely looking forward to when they release a full album (as of now, they only have a 4-song EP).

Then it was Bad Rabbits –  which was an odd choice. They’re a fun live band (we’ve seen them two other times), but they didn’t really make sense with LTB and Don Broco.

The first time we saw BR was when they opened for Travie McCoy two years ago – if that’s an indication of what kind of music they play.

Then Don Broco came out.

The one in the white jacket is Rob, the lead singer, but I don’t know the rest of them.

They were fantastic! I have to admit, I only know lyrics to about half their songs (and even then, I don’t have all the words memorized), but I loved hearing the songs I do know. And since they don’t seem to be making plans to come to North America (and even if they were, it could take them years to make it across – Deaf Havana are only just headlining the US/Canada in January/February and they’ve been around for at least five years), it was nice to get a chance to see them live.

Two things:

1) The Europeans seem to like their music LOUD. EXTRA EXTRA LOUD. I could feel the bass vibrating through my chest, and that was just during Lonely the Brave’s very short set! Don’t misunderstand: I love that feeling, and I love that they turn the speakers all the way up. I just wish they did the same here.

2) European circle pits are the scariest things in the world. I don’t ever want to get stuck near one, because I would probably die.

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