Set the vocal reverb to max, set the amps up at one end of the room, stick a microphone at the other, roll a fat one, eat some space-cake, make a magic brew, then hit record… READ MORE »
Sound Control, Manchester
We usually come out of winter hibernation for the silly season of self-abuse that is the festivals when Hammerfest tempts us in mid-March. This year there was a new kid on the city block in the form of FOAD (make up your own acronym interpretation) to put a spring in our step now spring is kind of here. Set up by a few of the promoters who deal with the more extreme musical end of things in the city, and homed in the decent and underused Sound Control venue, there is an excellent line up of the cream of the underground acts plus some special treats from abroad that demands attendance, especially with it relative proximity. READ MORE »
The poster told us it started 7.30pm, so I stuck my head in just after 8pm to see promoter Steve Rastin stood on a stage void of equipment staring at a lone extension cable. ‘Some things never change!’ I thought and headed to Wethers for a cheap pint with Steve Sync.
By 9.30pm there was activity at The North… Three police officers were stood outside looking for someone who was on ‘Pub Watch’ (as in Banned from The Pubs) – it takes three cops to stop some chav from going into the pubs; if he’s that bad why not just lock him up, or beat him up? You are the law, you can do as you please… READ MORE »
Words cannot describe my love for Wobbly Hearts (pic below) and, like Gintis they are forever getting their name in the small print on the poster when they should really be in the hearts and minds of the entire population. I guess it’s down to themselves really, personal circumstances, uni, kids, work… and yet if they had proper representation they have the songs and charm to be up there with all those tossers picking up Brit Awards. READ MORE »
One thing you can say about Scott of Northern Star Records is he doesn’t fuck about. This statement is pretty fresh, as those who knew him before he ran this wonderful record label will testify that Fucking-About was his double barrelled middle name! Whether it was burning hotel rooms or getting punched in the chops while on stage in his underpants for making an awful racket! READ MORE »