Picture a newborn baby being born and it still won’t have been as wholesome as Sam Fender headlining his hometown to a sold-out audience Rick Astley could only dream of. The happiest Geordie in the world was predictably incredible, from actively encouraging picnic seat riots, to opening the show playing the kazoo, Mouth of The Tyne was buzzing (“Don’t bring a deck chair to a mosh pit” – Fender, S. 2019).
‘Dead Boys’ and ‘Spice’ sat comfortably next to some slower, upcoming crooners, confirming that the fog on the Tyne is well and truly Fender’s. Ah! and he closed with Morning Glory and it was fucking phenomenal, I should have mentioned that. He was just so happy bless him, and so was I.
