A sweltering night of shouting along to Manics rarities whilst squeezed between racks of CDs.
My first Lounge Kittens gig, and also, my last. Timing has never been my strong point.
A gig that provided conclusive proof that God is indeed a dancer. In fact, she’s a singer too, and her name is Mabel.
A rousing, fun, singalong celebration of everything we love about the Manics.
Quite simply, one of the best gigs of my life.
A storming and astonishing gig from Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
A weird and wonderful, majestic and emotional gig from Björk.
My first ever gig from the fabulous Dandys, who would go on to become a massive part of my 2003 gigging life.
My 2003 gigging renaissance continued with this raucous and moving gig from Blur.
A dazzling Placebo gig which left me with only one thought on my mind: just how bloody gorgeous is Brian Molko??