Eight years ago, Dave Grohl expounded on his famous sense of goodwill and musical fraternity to the Guardian. If the Foo Fighters were playing a festival, he said, he made a point of touring the other artists’ dressing rooms, bottle of whisky in hand. “I don’t give a shit,” he said, “you could be Demi Lovato or the fucking drummer from Pantera, I don’t care – let’s have a drink.”
Clearly, this is an attitude that Grohl shared with the Foo Fighters’ late drummer, Taylor Hawkins. How else to explain the bill at the first of two tribute concerts organised in the wake of his death in March? It swerves wildly, serving up mainstream pop next to tricky prog rock, metal beside Britpop.
