Ash – Manchester HMV Ritz

(review n pix – will newby)

Ah yes, those heady lazy days in the 90?s, a carefree world where the biggest worry was what Kappa tracksuit I was going to wear, how I was going to ask Vicky Sandom in form 9.4 out on a date and how to avoid double maths on a Friday afternoon. This was when Ash blasted out of our hi-fis and everything was alright.