For those of you who don’t know, the New Cross Inn is the spiritual home of much of the UK ska scene, with basically every band ever having played there nineteen times, it hosts the incredible Level Up Fest and, of course, its operated by the lovely Paul Smith and is the oft-home of the Be Sharp Promotions gang.
Earlier this month I had the pleasure of attending the 1 year birthday of Side Mission Records. They celebrated in style at Liverpool’s premier veggie pizza/rock venue The Outpost. Pizza, punk and a pop up record store? That’s how life should be.
It’s just a quick one though, because, you know, life… Overall, it was a very enjoyable night – with some surprisingly great pizza from the Old Abbey Taphouse too, so check that out if you are ever in the area.
The Skints with Bedouin Soundclash
Too much dancing, too much fun, the entirely correct amount of bass...
For the second of my weekend double-gig-athon (read the review of the first one here), I was back in Manchester once more, this time with tingling anticipation bubbling up inside me. After some appropriately spicy chips, myself and Josh found ourselves under the railway arches of Gorilla, ready for an evening of offbeat fun. Bedouin Soundclash
Gloryhammer Live (plus Beast in Black + Windrose)
Ridiculous future-goblin-pantomime-metal is brilliant
This might be a short one – brilliantly, I got to go to two gigs this weekend! – but Saturday night I was invited by my mate Josh to see the band Gloryhammer…
Now, I’d never heard of them before he asked, but over the last couple of months I’ve listened to their brilliant-if-odd mix of symphonic theatrical space metal with a rise sense of anticipation. With songs like “Questlords Of Inverness, Ride To The Galactic Fortress!“, and raging, hypermelodic guitar solos, you know you’re in for a treat. I was fairly sure I’d end up with neckache from too much head-banging, after many years without going to a proper Metal show.
I’ve been excited about seeing the Beths for about 6 months now, ever since listening to them on a whim on bandcamp and getting hooked. Having missed them earlier this year, it was with a bubbling joy I dragged my lovely wife off to see them at Manchester’s Band on the Wall. We had some Jamaican chocolate dumplings first in Pull Up Cafe, obviously, then headed into the venue… The Beths
Well. Did they live up to the hype in my quite easily-hyped brain? Yes. The Beths were fantastic.
Manchester Punk Festival is a vast, enthralling beast. With over 130 bands, over three days, its a thing of majesty, to the point of being potentially a bit overwhelming. Plus I was too scared to ask my wife for permission to go – I’ve been out a lot recently! So sadly, this year, I can’t make it.
However, when I heard there was a cheeky little warm up gig, starring none other than my-possibly-favourite-band JB Conspiracy, I got all excited like.
Tonight was the last gig at the Old Town House. We knew the end was coming. It had to come, but that didn’t mean we were going to just sit around and cry about it. As ever, Jen & Gaz organised an absolute stonker of a show to celebrate it. A sold out show with 11 acts; it was obviously going to be a night to remember.
Finishing off the afternoon/evening(?) were Crocodile God. Me and Dougle had an debate about whether or not they sound vaguely American or not. I think they do, and I’m right. Plus he did agree they sound a bit like a heavier, looser, Northern early 90s Green Day. Which is a terrible, meaningless description, but also about right.