Manchester Venues 65 to 67

Continuing the circular route of the Sounds from the other City Festival brings us to the historic Kings Arms on Bloom Street. It is situated deep in the old industrial quarter of Salford, and it is an easy five-minute jaunt from Salford Central train station. The pub was first licensed in 1807 and the original building initially resided on the other side of the street.

Lucy Davis was a landlady there in the 19th century and after throwing her husband out for being a drunken lout, she created a profitable dance hall and den of ill repute upstairs! It has been the base for many interesting clubs, namely the North of England Irish Terrier Club, the Knitting Club and the Salford Friendly Anglers Society, the world’s oldest angling club and a sign of the final listed club is still visible on the gable end of the pub.

Many pubs fell by the wayside in this area, but the Kings continued to flourish being famously taken over in 2011 by Zena Barrie and Paul Heaton of Housemartin’s and Beautiful South fame. They embellished the artistic undertakings and a pot pourri of arts exhibitions, vaudeville, comedy, poetry nights and gigs took place under their tutelage. They were also apparently regularly heard rehearsing in the upstairs function room.

Paul Heaton. Image Credit Hull Daily Mail.

The pub has also been used as a location for music videos and TV shows like Cracker, Fresh Meat and the Hairy Bikers and was always a good gathering point to commune with like-minded souls on the SFTOC monorail, much like the other central hubs of the festival such as Islington Mill and the Old Pint Pot.

It is an olde world pub with a large main bar room area downstairs with seats dotted around the perimeter. At one of the festivals, I saw a Chinese dragon parade the room, it is that kind of quirky place. They are a renowned real ale venue and have been in the Good Beer Guide for the last decade and are a keen supporter of small local breweries. There is also a small beer garden accessed from the back of the pub.

Stairs led you up the Manchester Kings Arms Events Space.  It is a theatre style space and has a standing capacity of 120 and seating capacity of 50.  The venue even holds a wedding licence.

My first visit there was on 06/05/12 was to see Meddicine from London. An appropriate act considering the industrial history of the area as he resembled a lo-fi Death in Vegas though a single released last year sounded more like Eminem.   The other act that day was a good fun two-piece local scuzzy garage rock band called Brown Brogues. 

Five years later I witnessed Manchester electronic artist Vacuumorph and in 2018 I saw AYA, a Manchester rapper and producer who formerly recorded under the moniker LOFT.

Kings Arms. Image Credit kingsarmssalford.com

In a room adjacent to the main bar was Manchester Kings Arms Downstairs Stage where acoustic gigs occasionally took place. In 2012 an act called Yule FM played there and six years later in 2018 a local chap with the vaguely unpleasant moniker of DJ Acid Rephlux performed on that stage.

At the 2017 festival they excelled themselves by creating a third stage putting them on a par with Chorlton Irish Club and the Adelphi in Preston as the only other venues where I have attended three stages.

The only issue was that nobody could find the third stage, before we eventually realised, we had to traverse down the stairs past the kitchen and into the beer cellar. Thus, Manchester Kings Arms Basement became and remains the smallest venue I have ever attended, with about 10 people crammed in and myself outside with my head craned around the entrance peering into the dark interior. The band on the tiny stage was an act called Maeve Rendles 9 Victims, and despite an extensive search I can find no back story behind their mysterious and sinister name! 

The continuing joy for me of these festivals is the chance to visit these types of different venues that in any other context you would not normally attend.

Second T in the Park Festival

Having previously commuted from Edinburgh for the 1999 festival, we made a conscious decision to identify some accommodation nearer to the site for the 2000 version. As a result, we found a B&B in the little village of Glenfarg just off the A75, Gill attended this festival for the first time.

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Glenfarg Hotel. Image Credit Undiscovered Scotland

One element we had no control over was the weather and what we were confronted with was the most persistent monsoon rain I have ever encountered; it just never stopped the whole weekend. We were fortunate to be able to leave the site and I had unbounded sympathy with punters who were camping.

I recall seeing the reports of the weather at one particular Glastonbury being so inclement they encountered the first cases of Trenchfoot for around a century, they must have run close to that in 2000. When we see torrid weather nowadays, we acknowledge it is raining but can verify it is indisputably not T in The Park rain!    

On both days of the festival, we headed into Ayr for a couple of drinks before grabbing a taxi down to the site. In one of the boozers on the Saturday, I think it was called This Old Hoose, we encountered a couple of older ladies, christened the ‘Golden Girls’ who were happily imbibing Gin and were good company.  I kept looking out the window consistently echoing the refrain ‘it’s getting brighter’ even though it patently was not!   

There was a fine bill on Stage 2 on Saturday, and it had the humungous additional benefit of being in a marquee and therefore under cover.  The Wannadies produced a great guitar heavy set before some softer soothing tones with the excellent Morcheeba.  Following them was the erstwhile singer songwriter Beth Orton.  In the Dance tent we caught a portion of David Holmes.

In King Tuts Wah Wah tent we watched Lapsus Linguae and Looper. On the main stage we saw segments of both Ocean Colour Scene and a reprise from the previous year from Fun Lovin Criminals.  We watched the whole of Moby’s headline set where you could witness a sea of yellow temporary T in the Park macs providing sparse cover in the conditions. Moby was good but provided a carbon copy of the Glastonbury set from a couple of weeks earlier, knew I should have swerved that to keep a fresher outlook.

Me and Gill lost Uncle George and John at one stage due to a miscommunication and this was in the days before we all had mobile phones, we luckily found them a couple of hours later prior to the taxi back to the digs.  

On the Sunday morning, there was a brief one-hour respite in the weather, so we went for a local walk but were instantly surrounded by smidges on the motorway bridge, so that exercise was soon curtailed.  

In the Dance tent, we caught Darren Emerson and a part of a banging set from Leftfield. We also watched a terrific more dance-oriented set from Death in Vegas. Elsewhere we saw a very early performance in a side tent from Coldplay and also witnessed A, Dum Dums, Dark Star and Embrace.

There was a hit laden set from Supergrass who followed Idlewild on the main stage. There was a fun performance from the indefatigable and timeless Iggy Pop and we stayed for some of Travis’s headline act.

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The irrepressible Iggy Pop. Image Credit Gigwise.

We then squelched off to the taxi pick up point and got summarily ripped off by the taxi firm, but to be honest I didn’t care as I would have paid 10 gold bars to depart the site by that stage!

When we landed back, the lad on duty at the hotel ordered boots off and he graciously opened the back bar for us. He served us soothing brandies and whiskies and we could watch the festival highlights on a little portable in the corner of the bar. What lucky people we were, and it provided a warming end to the weekend’s activities!