Yard Act review – a punk-funk workout for overthinkers | Yard Act
“Norwich! We wanna consume you! Do you wanna consume us?” drawls singer James Smith with a grin on the first night of Yard Act’s latest UK tour. It’s a very Yard Act thing to do, drawing the audience’s attention to the transactional nature of gig-going; of band as product, of paying your money to jump around on a Wednesday night. Smith may also be hinting at the carnivorous aspects of fandom, the parasocial nature of the exchange that has always existed but feels even more acute in the internet age, where bands can…