jmeehan has written the following articles:
Dedication. That’s what I call it. I’ve been a huge fan of Rancid since I first heard 'Rats In The Hallway' on 'punk o rama 3'. I bought all the albums, I bought T-shirts from America, I own signed artwork and have three tickets for the up coming Manchester gig. I am, it could be said, a fan. I’»
Waiger's general style is hard to describe. With each song, your first thought is that sounds just like… but then whatever they’re doing to remind you of someone else they promptly stop. As if to keep you on your toes. Creating an indie/pop band with a Manchester accent invites numerous comparisons - some good, s»
"If you love reggae music say yes Rasta!" The air thick with heavy, sweet-smelling smoke, surrounded by men with dreads down their backs and everyone drinking Malibu and coke or cans of Red Stripe. My beloved student union had become very much like the underground reggae club I stumbled into in Slovenia»
So here I am at a Cooper Temple Clause gig. I feel so out of place. I know that not all Cooper fans look like twats, but there are a few out tonight. But then I guess they thought the same of me when I had purple spikes, rings all over my face and baggy shorts on. Fashion is a nasty business. Anyway, I’m not rea»
Leeds. That bit that southerners like myself think lies somewhere between Birmingham and Manchester is allegedly the fastest growing city in Europe. Someone high up has decided that Leeds should be the capital of the north, and they have a good argument. Manchester is great. It's huge, it's got everything you could eve»
When I started work at seven, the initial rush to get in was a bit underwhelming. I was surprised that there was no queuing outside as well - though apparently all the cool kids arrive fashionably late. I finished my shift early and caught all but the first ten minutes of the show. Sat in a comfy chair after »
As soon as I step into the events hall, I’m overcome by a smog of sweat and smoke. From the bar, the venue seemed quite empty, but it is rammed. I fight my way down one side to get a good view of what’s going on, and I’m bombarded with strobe lights and possibly the weirdest image I have ever seen on the stage at th»
