This turned out to be my last Suede gig for three years. A good thing then that it was such an incredible one.Continue reading
A plastic ticket inviting the painted people to get off our heads to Head Music at the Asylum.Continue reading
My second Kula Shaker gig was an almighty demonstration of the liberating, life-affirming magic of live music.Continue reading
Suede at the Astoria on a Saturday night in 1999. It doesn’t get much better than that.
My first time seeing Kula Shaker, that most ridiculed of bands, and it turned out that they were, in fact, ridiculously brilliant.
“All I can say is, “All we love are lonely RECORDS!!!!” Oh yes.”
My last gig of 1998. An overwhelmingly emotional and perfect way to draw the first chapter of my life in London to a close.
“Oh my screaming sainted leopardskin soul, what an almighty gig that was!”
1998 was ending with two gigs from my favourite band in the world. It’s safe to say, the year went out on a high.
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 comfortably amongst the best gigs I’ve ever been to in my life.Continue reading
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.