I had an amazing year of gigs in 2018, which is pretty impressive considering how many I missed due to ill health (never going to get over missing the Manics’ Resistance Is Futile tour, quite honestly). Here are my top 5 of the year. The top 2 sit […]
A powerful and utterly uplifting gig from Placebo.
One year on from my last Mansun gig, and I had a deep-seated need to be crushed against a barrier once again, screaming at the brilliance of My Boys. And they sure as hell did not disappoint.
One year ago today, I made my first post on this blog. Starting a music blog had been a new year’s resolution of mine for an embarrassing number of years, but in 2018, I actually did it! I’ve built up a small but lovely readership which I hope […]
My first ever Kylie gig was a night of thoughtful yet joyous pop. And a surprising amount of moshing.
My first gig of 1998 should have actually taken place in 1997. If it had, I might actually have some memories of it.
My last gig of 1997, in which two wonderful bands stirred me out of my doldrums for a few hours.
My Life Story at the Astoria at Christmastime should have been a joyous festive occasion. But all was not well in the world of Scruffy.
My one and only chance to see the band who introduced me to indie.
The best Suede gig I’ve ever been to. An exhaustingly uplifting, riotously emotional triumph.
