Number 6 Festival – Portmeirion (Friday)

By |September 14th, 2012|0 Comments

(review n pix by neil crud)

I may have an aching body but I have a cleansed soul after returning from one of the best and eclectic outdoor festivals ever… and I’ve been to a fair few..!
You have your rock festivals in Download, indie-rock in Reading, V Festival has become an X-Factor parody and the Wakestock line-up these days represents children’s Saturday morning TV type rubbish. So to attract the correct clientelle in order to preserve this truly magnificent and unique village in one of the most beautiful parts of the world, the organisers had to pick their line up very carefully. Go Olly Murs and it’ll be full of vomiting kids, go too Mad For It and you’ll get dickheads spoiling for a fight, go too folky and you’ll get a few casualties from the Seventies and little else. So getting the balance right was as equally important as attracting enough people to make sure the books were balanced too. And I think they were almost spot on.

Elbow, Mew @ Bristol Academy

By |November 14th, 2005|0 Comments


(review by guy salvador)

There are probably many ways we all get to go to gigs……  Sometimes the band we are going to see are favourites, sometimes they are of interest through hearing a couple of songs, interesting review, know someone in the band, get in for free so it doesn’t matter who’s playing & sometimes you get roped in to going by friends, family etc.  

Muse, Elbow, Kinesis – Manchester Evening News Arena

By |November 29th, 2003|0 Comments

(reviewed by Neil Crud)
One Marshall amp! The type you get behind a pub rock band when they’re playing to their mates & the bar staff. Just one amp for Matt Bellamy’s guitar to scream out to so he can fill this enormous arena. With your AC/DC’s & Darknesses stood in front of a wall of amplifiers, Muse just go to show you if you have a good sound crew & a great set up you only need the one amp, leaving you plenty of space on stage to run round like a 7 year old boy at a mate’s birthday party, but we’ll get to that later.


By |July 13th, 2002|0 Comments


Following a family bout of “Fong Wong’s Revenge”, her indoors asked me if I was feeling up to actually going, being the “brave little soldier” I am, I told her “I’m not fuckin’ missin’ this FOR ANYTHING”, and then hurried to the bog.
Dosed up with Immodium & packin’ all kinds of gear to prevent getting pissed-wet-through again, as I had on Wednesday @ Bowie, we head to Manchester on what appears to be the hottest day of the year so far.
We purposely left later to avoid any unnecessary hanging about which unfortunately (or fortunately for us.. seen ’em before, not really taken) meant missing ALFIE.
With food purchased and a medicinal beer or 3 in hand, we made out way to the stage area.