Strangely, it was soon after a conversation with my son that things swiftly began falling into place. I had not long returned from a Chappell Roan<\/a><\/strong> gig at the Brixton Academy and felt the effects of post-gig blues creeping in. I simply inquired, \u201cIf there is a band you\u2019d wish to go see, that you haven\u2019t yet. Who would that be\u201d? The spontaneous reply from him was Hurts<\/a><\/strong>. The reponse, in turn made me extremely happy, since Hurts is one of my favourite duos from this past decade. Even so, little did I foresee that within a week or two following that conversation I would spend an anxious forty minutes securing concert tickets for a Hurts \u201c15 Years of Happiness<\/strong>\u201d gig in the pre-sale.<\/p>\n I have covered Hurts countless times on the blog since I immensely admire the alternative pop duos\u2019 artistry. Intelligent lyricism, distinctive alt-pop flair, stunning visual aesthetics and uber-arresting music videos. Yet I hadn\u2019t realised the fifteenth anniversary of the duo\u2019s debut album \u201cHappiness<\/strong>\u201d was about to arrive. Neither had it occurred to me that Hurts might go all in with celebrating this milestone. I was however massively happy to find out about the planned London show. And so, the plotting and planning began in earnest.<\/p>\n