A solo outing for the Manics’ James Dean Bradfield in a legendary Camden venue.
My one and only Red Hot Chili Peppers gig. A great night which, unfortunately, I remember more for the actions of the people I was at the gig with than the band themselves.
My youthful musical journey got hit by a surge of adrenaline as I discovered this blistering punk-pop classic featuring the mighty Wendy James.
Revisiting one of my 90s faves in the 21st century.
It was May 1989. I was 14, and a new Bowie obsessive, so it was a thrill to discover that he was back with new music! I had a bit of a shock in store.
One evening in December 1988, “Labyrinth” was shown on Singaporean TV. As it was on a bit late for a school night, my mum recorded it so I could watch it the following weekend.
This is a new series where I will talk about all the songs which have impacted my life in one way or another, in roughly chronological order. First up: the song that is the beginning of music for me.
The outrageously triumphant return of Take That, one decade after the split that devastated a generation.
My one and only gig from the Canadian songsmith Daniel Powter.
David Gray has never been an artist that caught my attention, indeed, the most I’ve felt for his inoffensive tunes is mild dislike. So why was I at this gig?