Fun with cubes and bowler hats: this is the Pet Shop Boys live in 2007.
My 14 year old self was enchanted by this lost classic from a criminally unknown Australian singer-songwriter.
What’s that coming over the hill? Is it a random gig by some mid-2000s shouty indie boys? Yes it is!
The biggest lightning bolt of them all: the album that made me a music fan, and so, for me, the most important album of all time.
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.