A voice declares “this is not a drill”, a barrage of reunion headlines fill the stadium-wide screens. Two brothers walk on a stage hand-in-hand, one wails “hello, hello, it’s good to be back”, while the other provides grunge-glam guitar, and it’s like Caesar swaggered home.
And so, after much fan frenzy and media frothing, finally begins the rock reunion to end them all. And that’s no overstatement. It’s tough to imagine another non-pop comeback on such a momentous scale that might keep the reunion industry ticking over in years to come. Could The Smiths fill seven Wembley Stadiums overnight? A reunited Pink Floyd? Led Zeppelin, even? And what are the chances of those ever happening?
