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Frank Turner’s Lost Evenings VII Festival

Frank Turner hosted his first Lost Evenings Festival at London’s Roundhouse back in 2017, knowing next to nothing about putting on and running a festival.  They’ve had a myriad of growing pains over the years (including this year, which I’ll get into later on) but over the course of the 7 years since LE#1 and this year’s LEVII, Frank and his amazing crew have created a unique and inspiring 4 days of music, camaraderie, partying, dancing, singing and all around fun rivaled by none.  Having hosted Lost Evenings all over the place, from London to Boston, to Berlin to Anaheim, to Toronto (next year in Edinburgh), fans travel worldwide to get to the festival year in and year out.  Those of us who’ve returned numerous times (I’ve now been to 3) have met and made friends with people from all over the world, from California, The UK, Norway to New Zealand, to name a few.

I will be the first to admit that I have a problem…a concert problem.  I go to way more than most normal people can even imagine.  I say “normal” because as many shows as I see, I do know some people who dwarf me in comparison.  I say all of this because I often hear from people, “How do you go see Frank Turner (including Lost Evenings this past weekend, I’ve now seen the man 9 times this year alone) over and over, isn’t it the same show all the time?”  Well, over the course of 4 nights of LEVII, Turner played 92 total songs.  Of those 92, he repeated SIX!  That is not a typo…6 repeated songs out of a total of 92 over the course of 4 nights.  We got current fave “Do One” off of the Undefeated album, along with career stalwarts “Four Simple Words”, “I Still Believe”, “Recovery”, “Somewhere In Between”, and “The Road” repeated.  As a born and bred Dead Head, that’s some serious variety.

The opportunity to see this breath of material from Turner over the course of four days is only part of the Lost Evenings experience however.   Frank does a fantastic job of curating the other acts which take part in the weekend’s festivities, be it larger regional acts on the main stage or fledgling up and coming artists on the Nick Alexander Stage, which was named in memory of Frank’s long time friend Nick Alexander who was killed at the Bataclan massacre in Paris in 2015.  Nick was Frank’s and countless other touring acts’s merch manager and was working that night at Bataclan for the band Eagles of Death Metal.  With the help of the Ally Foundation, who handle all of the Lost Evening’s charitable donations, Lost Evenings regularly raises money each year for the Nick Alexander Music Trust in Nick’s honour.  Speaking of which, at last count, $75K had been raised at LEVII for this and numerous other local Toronto charities over the course of the weekend.

But I digress, I was writing about the support acts which find themselves on the Lost Evenings stages, some known and some unknown.  I did make an attempt to see as many acts as possible but unfortunately I did miss some.  Here are some of the artists I did get to see (click on any of the pictures below to see more pix of each artist):

Martha Wainwright – Martha opened things up on Thursday night on the main stage.  Honestly I wasn’t all too familiar with Martha’s work.  Sure, I was well aware of her familial pedigree (daughter of Kate McGarrigle and Loudon Wainwright III and sister of Rufus) but not so much of her material.  Anyway she presented an enjoyable 6 song set which at times reminded me of Cat Powers with her breathy singing style.  The set was highlighted by her blood curdling rendition of “Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole” off of her eponymous debut album from 2005.

Chuck Cole – After Martha’s set I got a chance to jump over to the Nick Alexander Stage to catch Chuck Cole who, short of one song which he collaborated with Chuck Ragan on, I knew nothing about.  As one would expect from such a collaboration, Cole offered up a solo set replete with the kind of gravelly voice that is indicative of the punk rocker turned acoustic artist that fits the bill of so many of the performers which I enjoy quite a bit.

Henry Rollins – Of course I was quite familiar with Henry, both as lead singer of Black Flag as well as his portrayal of Aryan Nation kingpin, AJ Weston in Season 2 of Sons Of Anarchy.  His set, however, was billed as a spoken word performance and honestly I had no idea what to expect.  What we got was a 45 minute (well over his half hour time limit) diatribe where he described the trials and tribulations of moving and acclimating to his move from psychotic LA to a very different psychotic suburban Nashville.  We heard about his nature loving neighbor Bob as well as the very right wing neighbor on the other side of his property.  It might sound mundane but Rollins managed to make his 45 minute monologue seem like 5.  This might be attributable to the fact that he might not have taken a single breath the entire time he was on stage.  He never paused between sentences, hell I’m not even sure there were sentences, plural.  Nonetheless, he ended up tying it all up quite nicely with the ultimate message of “we’re all in this together” (paraphrased) and we need to take care of one another. Rollins’s set was one of the highlights of the weekend for me.

The Sleeping Souls – Back over to the NA stage for a highly anticipated set from Turner’s backing band and newly transformed act on their own.  Let me first say that this year’s NA Stage was a pleasure to get back and forth from.  In year’s past there would be an insufferable bottle neck trying to get back and forth between the NA and the main stage but this year’s setup allowed for easy access throughout the weekend.  That being said, the room for the Sleeping Souls set was by far as packed as it was for any act all weekend.  The Souls, however, did not disappoint anyone who managed to squeeze their way in.  Cahir O’Doherty, who filled in for Tarrant Anderson on bass for Frank’s last Stateside Tour and serves as Frank’s guitar tech as well, fronts the Souls (sans Frank) and MAN, he has quite a stage presence. Hailing from the Northern Ireland band, Jetplane Landing in the early aughts, Cahir’s vocal style is what I would consider as aggressive northern soul.  The bottom line is the band’s set was really good, much better than what I’ve heard on their one album together, and I don’t mean that to be any slight on the album but more of a compliment to their live show.

We would get an added bonus a couple of days later when Cahir and Matt Nasir would take the stage over at The Cowboy Chords Stage (the stage used as a daytime open mike opportunity each day, run by Black Guy Fawkes) for what was billed as a Sleeping Souls acoustic set.  Their set was a dream (despite some guitar technical issues which the “guitar tech” Cahir wasn’t able to fix without the help of Tarrant).  Joining the guys onstage, we even got a guest vocal appearance from Lyndsey McDougal, Cahir’s partner in his other project, The New Pagans.

Northcote – I’m a huge fan of Matt Goud AKA Northcote and his set on Friday was one of my most anticipated for the weekend for me.  Unfortunately things didn’t work out well for him.  FIrst of all, doors were supposed to be open at 6 PM each evening but on Friday, fans were not admitted into the venue until 6:45.  Around 6:30 you could still hear sound checks going on.  As it turns out Northcote would eventually take the stage over an hour late and without having the opportunity to soundcheck himself. Truth be told, the delay in opening doors was on account of some serious sound system issues which came very close to shutting the entire night’s festivities down all together.  But by some miracle Dougie Murphy and the crew were able to salvage things well enough to get the show off the ground.  Northcote’s set however was mired in muddled sound which was a shame since for those that could hear, it was quite good, especially his closing number, “Left and Leaving” which of course is a cover from John K. Samson and Winnipeg’s The Weakerthans.

The Wilderness – Next up over on Nick Alexander was a DIY group out of Hamilton, Ontario, The Wilderness.  The band served up a 7 song set of harmony laden guitar fueled Americana based heartland music that was quite promising and enjoyable.  I can only imagine how much fun these guys must be in a hometown setting amongst their fans back in Hamilton.  They’re definitely a group I will keep my eyes open for.

NOBRO – For months now, I have been proclaiming to anyone who would listen that aside from Turner himself that NOBRO was going to be the band of the weekend. I’m pretty sure I was 1000% spot on with that prediction.  I first learned of these 4 punk rocking women from Montreal via the band PUP (as did Frank Turner himself).  I got to see them back in 2021 at Bowery Ballroom in NYC and then again back in March three times at the New Colossus Music Festival, also in New York and have been enamored by their energy, vigor and enthusiasm ever since.  While the aforementioned sound issues were still a problem, Kathryn McCaughey (bass and lead vocals) along with her partners in crime, Karolane Carbonneau (guitar), Lisandre Bourdages (keyboards, percussion, vocals) and Sarah Dion (drums, bass, vocals) plowed through their irreverent bombastic set of garage fueled punk rock and roll with a wreckless abandon.  With a set of such tunes as “Where My GIrls At”, “Set That Pussy Free”, “Let’s Do Drugs” and “Don’t Die” to name just a few, these ladies manage to pack their tunes with a humor infused social conscious message reminiscent of bands such as the MC5 who they would pay homage to with their closing cover of “Kick Out The Jams”.  NOBRO were definitely the best band of the weekend not named Frank Turner and The Sleeping Souls.

OBGM’s – I started my Saturday evening off at the main stage with the OBGM’s.  I’d already heard from Doug Murphy that the previous night’s sound system nightmare had been rectified and indeed it was.  The OBGM’s took the stage and immediately you could hear the difference from Friday night.  I’m going to be very succinct in my description of their set.  You will often hear people say that such and such band melted their faces when describing a particularly strong set from a band.  The OBGM’s didn’t melt faces, they ripped them off of your head, stuffed them in their mouth, chewed them up, spit them out and then stomped and danced all over them.  With a set that had lead singer, Densil McFarlan  moshing in the crowd by the second song, they managed to whip the crowd into a frenzy that even Frank couldn’t muster out of them the previous night.  These dudes can rock rap and roll with the best of them.

Guilhem – Guilhem was easily the surprise of the weekend for me.  About a month ago I had begun listening to a Lost Evenings VII playlist that someone had made in order to get to know some of the lesser known acts that I would be seeing in Toronto.  Anyway at one point, I’m listening and all of a sudden some New Age thing comes lilting out of my speakers and my initial reaction was WTF!?!  And then I saw the clashfinder for the weekend and discovered that this new age artist was playing on the NA Stage in between The OBGM’s and The Dirty Nil on HARD CORE night!!!  What the hell is going on was my first thought.  Anyway, I needed to go to the bathroom after OBGM’s anyway and the men’s room was in the same room as the NA stage so I figured I would give Guilhem what I figured would be a quick listen.  Boy was I shocked.  As it turns out, who would have thought there were TWO artists named Guilhem on this planet and it turned out that whoever made the playlist put the wrong one on the LEVII playlist.  What we got on stage at Nick Alexander was a humorous self-deprecating guitar slinging songwriter that I immediately described as “what Jeff Rosenstock would sound like if he was a French Canadian from Montreal rather than a Long Island Jew from Brooklyn”.  I love Guilhem and really hope that he can make his way down Stateside in the near future.

The Dirty Nil – These guys from Hamilton had been on my radar for some time now but I’d only gotten to see them for the first time earlier this year.  As such I pretty much knew what was going to be in store from this last band of the evening before Frank’s Undefeated/Hardcore set.  What we got from Luke Bentham, Kyle Fisher, and Sam Tomlinson was exactly what I expected, a high octane jet fueled set of theatrical metal influenced punk rock that had the crowd perfectly primed for the main course.

Tom Jenkins – The fourth and final night of Lost Evenings VII would commence at the Nick Alexander Stage with traveling folk troubadour, Tom Jenkins.  A native of South Wales who would eventually migrate to New Zealand and Texas, Jenkins replete with the same corduroy cap that Dylan wore on his debut eponymous album is right out of that Dylan/Woody/Ramblin’ Jack folk singer mold…but with an almost angelic voice.  Probably my favorite spotlight of his terrific set was his song “When The Coal Dust Settles” an homage to his childhood homeland in the South Wales Valley.  His guitar finger picking on this one was absolutely mesmerizing.

Bedouin Soundclash – Long time touring partners of Turner’s Bedouin Soundclash opened the evening off on the mainstage with their patented blend of Canadian indie, pop and ska.  Their closing medley of Stand By Me>When The Night Feels My Song>Country Roads had the entire room swaying and dancing like a bunch of teens at their senior prom.

Murder By Death – Another repeat touring partner of Turner’s Murder By Death has never been a band that truly grabbed me.  This in and of itself is a bit odd as they most of my Americana leaning boxes.  I’ve always kind of attributed it to a lack of harmonies in their music.  I don’t know if either Sarah Balliet (cello) or Emma Tiemann (violin) can sing but I’ve always thought that adding their voices to a three way harmony would really enhance the band’s sound.  But none of this is here nor there.  On Sunday night Murder By Death offered up probably the best set I’ve ever seen from them.  Adam Turla was on fire and the band was absolutely hitting on all cylinders.  By the time they closed out their set with “Alas” from 2018’s The Other Shore, Turla and crew had won me over and now have me reconsidering my previous trepidations on the band.

The Shackletons – Minneapolis has a strong rock and roll musical history, with bands like The Replacement, Soul Asylum, Lifter Puller, etc. and The Shackletons are doing all of these band of the past proud.  Closing things out on the Nick Alexander Stage Sunday night, brothers Colin, Evan, and Cameron Campbell rocked their balls off.  With a crew of friends up front and center shouting out every word to every song the guys spit forth, it was almost like the band had transported the NA stage to the 7th Avenue Entry back in the Twin Cities.  This pre Frank Turner set was only the tip of the iceberg however.  After Turner’s monster career spanning set on Sunday to close out the weekend us fans who were streaming out of the theater singing and dancing along to The Proclaimers’s “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” were greeted at the Cowboy Chords Stage to a blaring wall of sound.  The Shackletons were playing an impromptu set of covers to everyone’s delight.  Their rendition of their hometown heroes, The Replacement’s “Can’t Hardly Wait” actually got a mosh pit started up front of stage with everyone in the bar singing along at the top of our lungs with what voices we all had left.  What a finish to an amazing night and weekend!

Which brings me to the man himself…Frank Turner, the curator and let’s face it, the primary reason why myself and 4000 or so people descended upon the Great Canadian Casino last weekend.  In addition to the marvelous supporting acts that I described above, we were promised four headlining sets from Frank himself.  Night one on Thursday would offer up an acoustic set with just Turner and his acoustic guitar along with his sidekick Matt Nassir on mandolin.  Friday’s night two would be a full band evening with Frank and the Sleeping Souls presenting a smorgasbord of tunes culled from his first five full length albums, Sleep Is For The Week (2007), Love Ire & Song (2008), Poetry Of The Deed (2009), England Keep My Bones (2011) and Tape Deck Heart (2013).  Saturday promised to be a banger dedicated to his current 2024 release Undefeated along with what Turner was billing as ‘hard core night”.  And lastly, to close the weekend out on Sunday night we could expect a career spanning set of all of his and his fans favorites.  Clearly this was a stacked deck which promised to provide a weekend’s worth of monster tunes and a boatload of fun.

Acoustic Night – As all of us fans descended on Toronto we were all curious how the elephant in the room would be handled.  On Thursday evening you could feel this anxiety hanging in the air.  Frank would take the stage to the sounds of “Oh Canada” blaring from the loudspeakers and proceeded right into “Sailor’s Boots” a quaint British kind of sea shanty which was only released on his The Second Three Years LP and which is rarely played live.  This proved to be ample foreshadowing of the night of deep cuts which we were about to hold witness to.  The acoustic night of previous Lost Evenings was usually a collection of fan favorites with a smattering of surprises mixed in.  This year this trend was reversed.  The rarities were much more plentiful and the favorites not so much.  Frank would eventually address that elephant when he would thank his crew and most of all, all of us in the crowd for helping him get through what was a most difficult week for him personally.  He’d go on to say that he might talk about it when he was ready but right right now he was not fucking ready.  And that was it, and that was just fine.  The evening was clearly a very emotional one for him, as he offered up songs like  “Modern Leper” and “Dan’s Song”, homages to friends gone too soon.  (Side note- For “Dan’s Song” we were treated to a hilarious guest spot on harmonica from none other than Henry Rollins).  And this would prove to be the theme of the night.  While Frank’s repertoire is largely based on love gone wrong songs, he pretty much avoided most of those types and focused more on deep personal songs dealing with life, death and what gets tossed your way as we traipes our way during our time in this world. One exception to his avoidance of failed love songs was his performance of “Wanderlust” an outtake from the England Keep My Bones sessions which would eventually be included in the Second Three Years LP as well as the EKMB deluxe version.  The song itself is certainly a stage rarity and he sang it on Thursday with profound and quite obvious emotion.  After the final line, “Darling I’m leaving”, Frank immediately stated “the truest words I’ve ever written” and then turned away from the crowd while he took a moment to gather himself.  All in all I was absolutely thrilled with the set on Thursday night.  I know some people I spoke to afterwards were somewhat disappointed that the evening was as obscure as it was, but I thought it was just perfect.

First Five Albums – I make no qualms about it, Friday’s show was easily my most anticipated.  Not just for Frank’s set which would include songs from his first five albums, albums which contain many of my personal favorite songs but also because Northcote and NOBRO were the opening acts that evening.  Unfortunately their sets were mired in the sound issues I’ve previously described.  Fortunately, by the time Frank took the stage, while still not perfect, the sound was much better.  Because of the delayed start to the evening due to the tech issues, Frank’s set started about 45 minutes late.  Luckily the casino agreed to push the shut down time back to 11:45 rather than the normal 11PM. 

Friday didn’t have any walkout music, instead Turner started right up with “Eulogy” and then went straight into “Peggy Sang The Blues” just like he and the Souls do on the album.  This was quite the auspicious start for sure.  Friday would prove to continue Thursday’s trend of deep diving into Turner’s oeuvre.  Not to the extent of the previous evening but certainly he was making a concerted effort not to ONLY play the popular sing along songs from each of these discs.  These relative rarities would start up immediately following “Peggy” with “Once We Were Anarchists” from the Sleep album.  Another more obscure song, “Wisdom Teeth”  had to be halted midway when a medical situation developed in the crowd.  Unfortunately, Frank didn’t pick it up where he left off but instead continued on with “St. Christopher Is Coming Home” followed by “Journey Of The Maji”.  

All in all, I thought the mix of songs on Friday was a pretty nice cross section but unfortunately the selection of tunes were rather subdued which sort of left the crowd in a somewhat mellow mindset.  Myself and my son throughout the evening would turn to the center of the floor in hopes to see a pit breaking out and nothing.  Finally when the opening chords of “I Still Believe” kicked in the two of us looked at one another and decided enough was enough and bum rushed forward and started one ourselves.  (It certainly was gratifying afterwards being thanked by numerous fellow moshers for FINALLY getting it going).  The encore certainly took things to a whole other level with “Tell Tale Signs”, “Redemption”, “Glory Hallelujah” and “Photosynthesis” and the pit was a total blast.  Hell, we even got ourselves the first wall of hugs I can remember since before Covid times.

Undefeated Hard Core NIght – Shows which play albums in their entirety, regardless of how good the album might be, are often handicapped by sequencing issues.  The flow of an album doesn’t always match up with the flow you look to attain at a show.  Hence when albums are played from start to finish, they don’t always translate perfectly to the live setting.  This is why I much prefer when an artist decides to re-sequence the order of songs to attain a better live experience.  This is exactly what Frank & The Sleeping Souls did on Saturday night with Undefeated.  Opening up with the title track with just Matt’s wonderful piano followed by Frank walking in with the opening lines “Stood in the middle of life, love and loss, no longer bulletproof, no longer young”, slowly building up momentum, the band kicking in and finally the crescendo of the final chorus with the entire room singing along “independent, undefeated” over and over again…a perfect metaphor for not only Frank but for so many in the audience.  Yeah life is tough, life is hard, it regularly tries to kick our ass but we are resilient and will come out victorious with a little fortitude and some help from those around us.

Undefeated is a terrific album, probably one of Turner’s best in quite a number of years (IMHO) and also in my opinion one of the best albums of the year.  But it is a very introspective one.  By no means the quiet soft kind, one usually thinks of when they hear introspective.  No, it is a banger in the truest sense of the word and on Saturday night in Toronto, Turner and the Sleeping Souls crushed it.  Following up the title tune with “Pandemic PTSD” they came at it hard and never took the foot off of the gas pedal.  I don’t know if it was intended as such when the album was originally recorded and put together but on Saturday night it came across as a giant FUCK OFF to all things adversity, all the things which life throws at us to screw us over.  We as a community are strong and anything you throw at us, we will deflect and triumph over.

They would end up playing the whole album with the exception of “On My Way” which was excluded for obvious reasons (for anyone who has paid attention to the lyrical content of the song).  Closing out the album portion of the set with “Never Mind The Back Problems”, a song which this 65 year old mosher can truly relate to.  But alas there was no rest for the weary as the hardcore portion started off at 11 with FTHC’s “Non Serviam” which immediately induced near bedlam on the floor.  The remaining 5 songs of the set would be as high energy as I’ve seen from the band in quite a while (if not ever).

For the beginning of the encore it would be Frank solo on guitar and he threw us a chestnut by going off script and offering up “Bob” a NOFX cover from the West Coast Vs. Wessex split which they did during lockdown.  Frank had never played the song live before and certainly did not rehearse it, yet as if on queue Ben Lloyd jumped in with a harmonica solo and fucking absolutely NAILED it!  From here the rest of the encore would have made the boys from Spinal Tap proud because 11 was the low end of intensity. 

Greatest Hits – As it would turn out, with all of the deep diving that Frank had been doing all weekend, Sunday night’s setlist was lined up to be a real greatest hits package for the ages. Throughout the weekend he’d assured the crowd that he was not going to be repeating too many songs over the course of the weekend and as I’ve already gone into, he pretty much stuck to his word.  Yeah, he said 4 repeats and we got 6 but if I interviewed every one of the thousands of attendees I don’t think I would get a single complaint.  After Saturday night’s show nearly killed me in the pit, I had decided that Sunday I would be abstaining from any moshing activities for the greatest hits session.  With the first 3 songs (while I was still in the photo pit) being “Prufrock”, “I Still Believe” (complete with Max Kerman from Canada’s favorite son’s The Arkells on harmonica) and “Get Better”, I knew right away that that personal pledge was going to be very hard to keep.  For what its worth, my pledge lasted until the 6th song of the evening when I proceeded to pogo my way front and center during “Polaroid Pictures”…oh well.

The evening proved to be everything one could have wanted and then some.  After 4 days of hanging with old friends, new friends and in some cases total strangers who were friends at least for a brief snippet of time, Sunday’s set took all of that and wrapped and tied it up with a nice shiny bow.  Virtually the entire room (and I believe I’ve neglected to say thus far, this was a REALLY BIG ROOM) sang, danced, cried (yeah he played “The Queen Is Dead)  and hugged for the entirety of the set.

And at the conclusion of “Four Simple Words” (one of the weekend’s repeats) and after Frank had crowd surfed into the pit and brought back the pre-covid private dance with none other than Tom McMorrow AKA Mohawk Dude Frank would make the announcement that next year’s Lost Evenings VIII would be happening in the fine city of Edinburgh next year, the weekend of September 25-28 and the crowd erupted in glee as if Scotland was a brief jaunt down the road.  But it doesn’t matter because at this point the people who know, know.  Lost Evenings is a special weekend that regardless of where it’s taking place it’s more than worth making the effort to try to get to it.  Like The Proclaimers sing in the perfectly apt anthem which served as our walkout song for the weekend “I’m Gonna Be”…”I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more”.

See you all in Edinburgh!

Alphabetical List of All Frank Turner Songs Performed at Lost Evenings VII

1933
To Take You Home
Vital Signs
21st Century Survival Blues
A Wave Across a Bay
Back in the Day
Balthazar, Impresario
Be More Kind
Blame Canada
Bob
Ceasefire
Dan’s Song
Do One
Don’t Worry
East Finchley
Eulogy
Four Simple Words
Get Better
Girl From the Record Shop
Glorious You
Good & Gone
Haven’t Been Doing So Well
I Am Disappeared
I Believed You William Blake
I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous
I Still Believe
If Ever I Stray
Imperfect Tense
International Hide and Seek Champions
Jinny Bingham’s Ghost
Journey of the Magi
Letters
Little Changes
Live Fast Die Old
Long Live the Queen
Losing Days
Love Forty Down
Love Ire & Song
Miranda
My Bad
Nashville Tennessee
Never Mind the Back Problems
No Thank You for the Music
Non Serviam
Once We Were Anarchists
One Foot Before the Other
Out of Breath
Pandemic PTSD
Peggy Sang the Blues
Photosynthesis
Plain Sailing Weather
Poetry of the Deed
Polaroid Picture
Punches
Reasons Not to Be an Idiot
Recovery
Redemption
Rivers
Romantic Fatigue
Sailor’s Boots
Show People
Somebody to Love
Somewhere Inbetween
Sons of Liberty
St. Christopher Is Coming Home
Substitute
Tattoos
Tell Tale Signs
The Ballad of Me and My Friends
The Fisher King Blues
The Gathering
The Leaders
The Modern Leper
The Next Storm
The Opening Act of Spring
The Real Damage
The Resurrectionists
The Road
The Way I Tend to Be
Try This at Home
Undefeated
Wanderlust
Wessex Boy
Wisdom Teeth
Worse Things Happen at Sea

*This article was updated to correct a previous version which stated that the Bataclan terrorist attack took place in 2020 rather than the correct year of 2015.