There isn’t a drop of alcohol at Festival Hall for tonight’s Lorde show, thanks to the horde of underagers in attendance. It’s a blessing in disguise: without it, punters can bathe in the proceedings with undivided attention.
As they should. Lorde may be a superstar but this is no run-of-the-mill pop extravaganza. The show, almost impossibly, feels like a hip hop gig. Lorde’s…
