My second-last Mansun gig was a pretty important one for me: I went into it not sure if I was going to stay in London or return to Australia, and I came out of it with my mind made up. Mansun may have once sung that “all my […]
This was my third and last V festival and the beginning of the end of my Mansun gigging career, all during a time of Important Life Decisions.
My one and only Oasis gig. Despite being a hugely enjoyable night of rock’n’roll, it encapsulated precisely why they could never be a band I truly loved.
On Millennium Eve, there was no place I would have rather celebrated the dawning of a new era than in Cardiff, with 75,000 strangers, and the band I loved more than anything else in the world.
A stunning night of pop in South Kensington. Again.
My third Pet Shop Boys concert, and one of my favourite eras of the band. Which makes it all the more annoying that I have hardly any memories of it.
One of the greatest pop groups of all time performing a selection of classic tunes at one of the grandest venues in London. Pretty good for a Thursday night out.
The was my sixth Super Furry Animals gig, but only my second time seeing them headlining their own show. I’m sure it was a fantastic night. However, my memories of this gig are somewhat overshadowed by that occasional bane of the female gig-goer’s life: the Unnecessary Man.
SCRUFFY STORMS 