All the gigs of my life: Gig 121 – Manic Street Preachers, Saturday, April 12, 2014, Brixton Academy
The place where my all-consuming love for the Manics began creeping back.
The place where my all-consuming love for the Manics began creeping back.
Another storming night from Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and another gig for which I have far too few memories.
You can always count on the Pet Shop Boys for pop that engages the brain, heart and dancing feet.
It’s Glasto weekend – except there’s no Glasto this year, of course – but here’s a memory from a Glasto of years gone by.
Almost 25 years since the Spice Girls were unleashed onto an unsuspecting planet. Bloody hell.
Speaking of girl power, here’s a Lady Gaga review I wrote in 2009, during yet another of my myriad attempts at being a music writer. Enjoy!
The wonderful tale of Alison Moyet and the Resurrection of my Love For Music.
Half way through the week: it’s time to arm ourselves with knives*, guns** and girl power. *given that this is 2021 where everything is Serious Business can I just add that I DON’T MEAN THIS LITERALLY ** or this
Is that the bounciest, jauntiest flute solo you’ve ever heard in a Manics song? I think it is!
It’s Monday morning, and we need a little time to wake up.