In two decades of music journalism, I have seen surprisingly few rockstar butts. Today, though, standing in the middle of the shining floor of the empty Utilita Arena in Birmingham, UK – gazing at a 40-foot screen temporarily filled with Dominic Harrison’s mooning orbs – I can, somewhat involuntarily, add Yungblud’s ass to that short list.
I’m actually here to speak to Harrison’s guitarist, MD, co-writer and long-time partner in crime, Adam Warrington. I’ve been invited to the soundcheck and asked not to film it, which is not a problem, really, because Yungblud’s milky white rear-end – produced for the entertainment of his band, his FOH guy and me – is going to live rent-free in my head for some time.
