I have a very annoying fashion of being cripplingly early for any event that I'm supposed to go to, meaning that I am subjected to some terminally awful support acts. You would expect this part to read "well, this is where things were completely different". Well, this is where you would be half right. Opening act Michael Lynch was almost painfully boring, like having a strong bout of appendicitis move from torso to ears. Despite having a nice set of lungs on him, there was nothing that made … [Read more...]