Bring Me The Horizon, Leeds Arena, 24 November 2018
In the pitch black of Leeds Arena, 15,000 people gathered in the shadows of a Saturday night, eagerly awaiting the arrival of BMTH. Opening with "Mantra", their first single from AMO, the rapture began. And here's the thing, without irony, there's something vaguely cultish about BMTH. Their iconography game is strong (see Coldplay ripping off Sempiternal, see the best umbrella since Rihanna with That's The Spirit). The DropDeadClothing line is making models of us all, not seen since Atticus back in the day (ask your dad). The tie-in merch is frankly on another level (bauble, anyone?). And there's an emerging Beatles-style hysteria for Ollie and co, just wearing more black. As ever in this era, they're an open target for knocking, but this set felt like a blistering reminder that Sheffield's finest have always bought their A game. There's the hits, the new stuff, and, pleasingly, a medley of the old songs. There's old skool screaming, an ...