Without important visual aids such as this; listening to Paramore can be a mediocre affair.
Flocks of Emo boppers and what seemed like (and probably was) the entire Twilight fanbase filled the Brighton Centre to capacity on what was Paramore’s penultimate UK tour date. With more solid hair-sprayed Lego fringes and black imitation-demin jeggings than you could shake a stick at, the crowd could barely contain their tween-angst branded excitement, and probably twittered frantically about it for about ten whole minutes after.
