The Royal Festival Hall should be stuffy, elitist and drab, especially as sitting down for "rock" gigs is plain weird, but I love coming here and enjoy both the harmony between act and venue that can occur (as with Sigur Ros way back in 2001), and the discord (as with Julian Cope's acid-addled, balcony climbing hardrock freakout back in 2005). It's a venue that makes you feel grown up before your time, perhaps, but the sound is second-to-none and it's all dreadfully polite. It isn't rock'n'roll but I like it!
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