Before your pre-sale date, do these three things: clean your browser cache, sacrifice a pop-up ad to the internet gods, and whisper “Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)” three times into a microphone. I’m not saying it works, but I’m also not saying it doesn’t. Also, never buy tickets on your phone—it’s like fighting a dragon with a toothpick. Use a laptop, a wired connection, and maybe a lucky crystal.
In the end, whether you score front row or watch from a webcast in your bathrobe, remember: Florence + the Machine is about feeling your soul turn inside out while a redhead in a cape screams about water. The pre-sale is just the first gut punch in a beautiful, chaotic journey. Good luck. You’ll need it.
