Half way through the week: it’s time to arm ourselves with knives*, guns** and girl power. *given that this is 2021 where everything is Serious Business can I just add that I DON’T MEAN THIS LITERALLY ** or this
Is that the bounciest, jauntiest flute solo you’ve ever heard in a Manics song? I think it is!
It’s Monday morning, and we need a little time to wake up.
We have finally made it to the one gig of my life for which I have the least to say.
The story of my meandering yet mighty life-long love for Nick Cave begins here, sometime around my 15th birthday.
That greatest of things – a Manic Street Preachers gig in December – and even better, one in which they were going to play, for the first time ever, their complete back catalogue of singles.
My one and only Hurts gig, so far. Did it feel better than love?
Dancing the night away with the Pet Shop Boys in the shiny new O2 Arena.
Who better to celebrate the glorious return of live music with than the fabulous Gruff Rhys?
A unique and exciting era for the Manics. Unfortunately, I was far too ill and depleted to fully enjoy it..
SCRUFFY STORMS 