Manchester Venue 205 – Lost Cat

In comparison to previous years, due in part to a short period of ill health, I made a sluggish start to my gig going adventures in 2025. Thus, experiencing some admittedly self-imposed gig scoreboard pressure, (but that is my own personal cross to bear!), I made strides to rectify this anomaly.

So, on a cold Thursday night on January 29th, I sourced a gig in the Northern Quarter area of the city at Manchester Lost Cat on Oldham Street. In 2020, the Lost Cat moved into the space which was previously held by the Eat New York bagel company and sits a couple of doors away from the Castle Hotel. It is under the same ownership as Crazy Pedro’s and is not to be confused with the nearby Mean Eyed Cat bar, perhaps this area should be renamed the Feline Quarter!

Lost Cat. Image Credit manchestersfinest.com

The venue closes at 3am every day and is in essence a cocktail bar in the ground floor area where they provide the obligatory bottomless brunches at weekends. You then head up some steps to the venue space which has a 120 capacity with a bar as you enter and a small stage at the bottom end of the room. They have recently rebadged this upstairs area as a DJ space and renamed it under the banner of FOUND club nights. They also have a rooftop terrace and cinema.  

In late 2024 and into 2025 they linked up with the local Beavertown brewery and Scruff of the Neck promotions to stage a monthly sonic showcase session with upcoming bands on the roster. I picked up one of these events and obtained my free ticket and arrived there reasonably early as the ticket did not absolutely guarantee entry as it was a first come, first served principle. 

Thus, my hand was summarily stamped and a bonus token provided to purchase a Beavertown beer, which I obviously took immediate advantage of. On stage was a singer/songwriter Issy Sutcliffe and she provided an enjoyable fiery fuzzy set. She is now based in Manchester but was brought up in a small Lancashire town called Ribchester.

Issy Sutcliffe. Image Credit live-manchester.co.uk

If you may allow me to deviate to the named latter town where there are three hostelries contained within it, and I have had some fine tucker at the gastropub Ribchester Arms. It is an ancient area and in 1796 they discovered a roman artefact which was in exemplary condition due to the sand protection. This became known as the Ribchester Helmet which now resides in the British Museum.   

More interestingly on a musical angle it contained back in the day an utterly renowned punk venue called the Lodestar Nightclub, which I never visited because I was far too young! I am always entranced by the fact that in those days there appeared to be famous venues that were in such obscure locations where the only option was to drive.

It was open from the 1950’s to the 1990’s and run throughout that period by Margo Grimshaw who was so ingrained in the establishment that she bought the actual building in 1992. It then morphed into the DeTabley restaurant and bar before closing in 2007 and then sadly but predictably turned into housing, though they did endeavour to retain the original features where they could.  

Her son Andy was the promoter and alongside the music, he held comedy nights with Phil Cool, Ken Dodd, Jim Bowen and even actor Peter Adamson (who played Len Fairclough in Coronation Street) on the bill.

On the 18th of September 1976 the Sex Pistols famously performed there prior to any record deal and played two subsequent gigs. In that period there were also shows from Adverts, 999, Rezillos, Sham 69, Lurkers, Slaughter and the Dogs and John Cooper Clarke.

Lodestar Nightclub flyer. Image Credit Analysis.

In May 1977 Boomtown Rats allegedly played their first ever UK gig where the indomitable landlady wasn’t overly impressed with them and demanded her money’s worth by making them play two sets. The 7-piece band were then paid a princely £40 in total as a result and there was apparently around twelve people in attendance, including Paula Yates.

They stayed like many others at the Clitheroe Vic hotel where Mr Geldof later referred to the night and rather ungenerously but somewhat typically called the town a ‘s#£$#*&e’, such a charmer! They returned the following year with ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ flying high in the charts and generated a significantly larger crowd.    

It had the proper punk ethos, warts and all which is exemplified in the tale of when the London band the Motors played. The story goes that the crowd en masse purchased bags of crisps, urinated in them and then slung them at the band, delightful behaviour! Uncle George attended there a few times but has no recollection of who he saw.

In 2017, rather obscurely a message was displayed on the big screen at a Blackburn Rovers match announcing that Andy Grimshaw was looking to undertake an information gather on the Lodestar and was canvassing for opinions. This subsequently evolved into the Lodestar Project released in 2024 which contained illustrations, poetry, flyers and recollections from the venue’s heyday.     

London Sixth and Seventh Trip

Gill and I headed out on a Royal Scot direct train down to London on 03/08/90, which was Gill’s birthday. At the point of time it was the hottest ever recorded day in Britain with a new record temperature of 98.8 logged. The other item that was broken that day was the air-con on the train and it was subject to speed restrictions due to the heat. Rather bizarrely there was an emissary to King Hussein of Jordan in our sweltering carriage. 

On arrival we headed out to my brother’s pad in Plumstead. We perused the Good Food Guide and we booked a West Indian restaurant in Deptford visiting the Studio Bar in Greenwich en route. The restaurant had recently changed hands and as a result there was nobody else in residence, so we received platinum service and just asked them to cook what they fancied. It was a BYOB place, but the clock had ticked past 10pm and the off-licences were now closed. As a result, I piled into a local rough house pub and bought 2 litres of wine for a bargain price of £15. The cuisine was excellent apart from some very odd desserts! 

Saturday dawned with another absolute scorcher. The afternoon consisted of visiting Lewisham Library to return some records, visiting a pub next door and then onto Greenwich Park for a picnic. We were heading onto a gig that evening so boarded the 8.10pm bus for what seemed like an endless bus journey to New Cross to join a long queue outside the New Cross Venue. We gained access to the venue just after 9.30pm where the entrance price as a result had increased from £3 to £5. It was packed to the gills and stunningly hot and punters were also viewing from the balconies above.

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New Cross Venue with New Cross Inn to its left and the bus stop in the foreground. Image Credit Flickr.

We saw the support band Joyce McKinney Experience and the main band was the legendary Snuff who sounded great straightaway, it was a chaotic gig with loads of punters on the stage, it resembled a Happy Monday’s gig for a while! They played all the tracks off their debut album, however there was no encore due to the intolerable heat. I could only tolerate the moshpit for short periods and literally had to wring my T-Shirt out afterwards. We left at midnight and fortunately found a bus back straightaway.

On the Sunday we visited Camden Market where I purchased a Neil Young bootleg tape of an Amsterdam concert. After we went to a cheap Malaysian restaurant and then onto an alternative comedy night at the Kings Head in Crouch End. On the Monday we went shopping down Oxford Street and we bookended the weekend by watched Gremlins 2 at night featuring a character called Mogwai, little did I know the future significance of that name….!

Fast forward to Gill’s 50th birthday where we visited London for the weekend and on the actual birthday, we had a fun day on the South Bank before having a fine meal in Southwark that night. As is my wont, I had hunted a gig down for us and we headed out of London the following evening on the overland train to New Cross station for only our second ever visit to this suburb.

The venue of choice was New Cross Inn which turned out to be the front room of a boozer. To my surprise, the pub was located literally next door to the New Cross Venue, and I could see the bus stop we disembarked all those years ago. The coincidences rolled on as firstly the weather was as scorching as the original visit and the date of this gig was 04/08/18, exactly 28 years to the day from the Snuff gig.    

Across New Cross Road, and it appears they are very keen on original names in the area, you found the New Cross House pub which stocked some fine craft ales and appetising pizzas.

The gig was very sparsely populated, and the main band were called Captain Accident and the Disasters who were a ska band but were nowhere near as high energy as I hoped they would be.

Due to Uncle George working for Virgin he managed to poach some first-class tickets for the journey home on Sunday. Just before we departed from Euston three old rockers boarded and parked themselves in seats directly in front of us. When the guard came to check their tickets, it transpired that the senior rail pass of one of the party had expired. At that point I recognised the distinctive voice and it turned out to be none other than Bob Geldof and a couple of Boomtown Rats who were heading to play an 80’s festival in Macclesfield. Thoughts of contacting Shaun Keaveny’s Small Claims Court sprang to mind with the tagline, ‘It’s a Rat Trap and you been caught’!  

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Bob Geldof. Image Credit Hollywood.com

Shortly after I recognised New Cross Road when watching a movie on TV, after checking the veracity of my intuition it turned out that was another claim to fame for the area. So, if you are watching Skyfall and Bond has just rescued M from an assassination attempt, he drives up to his ancestral home but there is a brief snippet where they are hurtling down the road in question!