The face of British punk, Frank Carter, brought the Rattlesnakes to York for a chaotic show at a sold-out Fibbers.
This was a really, really tough gig to shoot, and by all accounts I was fortunate enough to get a pass at all, given the raucous nature of the show. Room in the photo pit was sparse, with three tour photographers and security peeling crowd surfers over the barrier as they inevitably came flying over. The stage was heavily backlit and the smoke machine was on overdrive, so I was really going to have to work for my supper. I didn't want to lower my shutter speed as I'd risk blurring action shots, so pushed my ISO as high as I could get away with. Not ideal, but I had little other option.
I was starting to write the show off as "one of those nights" where I'd struggle to get anything that really popped, until right at the end of our third song where Frank headed into the crowd, and hung from the rafters of the roof. Thankfully I managed to grab one frame that I was really happy with - Frank hanging upside down from the roof, with a shoe missing. The third song drew to a close, and with Frank still hanging about the crowd, he said "Who's got my f*cking shoe..? No, it doesn't stink!" The crowd laughed, before Frank lowered himself into the crowd for the remainder of a frantic show. My night was done.