The Manics’ triumphant return in 2007 saw me a very different fan to the one I’d been before.
In August 1989, the girl with the mousy hair sat down to watch an evening of David Bowie videos, and discovered her favourite song of all time.
Fun with cubes and bowler hats: this is the Pet Shop Boys live in 2007.
My 14 year old self was enchanted by this lost classic from a criminally unknown Australian singer-songwriter.
What’s that coming over the hill? Is it a random gig by some mid-2000s shouty indie boys? Yes it is!
The biggest lightning bolt of them all: the album that made me a music fan, and so, for me, the most important album of all time.
A solo outing for the Manics’ James Dean Bradfield in a legendary Camden venue.
My one and only Red Hot Chili Peppers gig. A great night which, unfortunately, I remember more for the actions of the people I was at the gig with than the band themselves.
My youthful musical journey got hit by a surge of adrenaline as I discovered this blistering punk-pop classic featuring the mighty Wendy James.
Revisiting one of my 90s faves in the 21st century.