I’d seen them supporting the Manics, and as part of the Reading Festival line-up, but this gently magical night was, finally, my first chance to see the magnificent Super Furry Animals headlining their own show.
A short but sweet set from Paul Draper in a majestic church setting.
An incredible night of pop from an icon at the peak of her power. As Kylie herself sang, WOW WOW WOW WOW!
The last Manics gig of 2018, and a night of highs and lows.
A hot and sweaty celebration of Suede in the 21st century.
A glorious second night from Robbie at the Palais. And my last Robbie Williams gig for 20 years.
Robbie Williams live, in a 2500 capacity club, for less than fifteen quid. Truly, 1997 was a different planet.
“All I can say is just over an hour ago I TOUCHED PAUL DRAPER!!! Whilst being drenched in champagne! He was just a metre away!!! Oh christ indeed.” Buckle up, kids. It’s going to be THAT sort of a gig.
October 1997, and my newest obsession were on tour again! And I literally could not wait to see them in London. So I zoomed up to Manchester one Saturday to see them there first.
What could be more appropriate, at the end of the most surreal week in UK history, than to spend an evening having my mind expanded by people banging on dustbin lids?
SCRUFFY STORMS 