Manchester Venues 87 to 88 Albert Hall – Part 3

Now I could be wrong here, but my impression is that the early shows immediately post- pandemic appeared to have less tickets on sale as for a spell there was more room to breathe, even at sold out shows. Then, the sold-out events seemed to become much busier and for me this is one of the flaws in Manchester Albert Hall’s arsenal as at some of their gigs there you literally cannot move. A case in point was a Mogwai date this year where I was pinned in a spot by the bar (though there are worse places to be!) which didn’t allow you to adjust your position or viewpoint even if you wanted to.   

My next gig at the venue was to see Car Seat Headrest in November 2018. I have always been a huge fan of this band ever since I first heard the track ‘Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales’, the song is derived from the 2016 ‘Teens of Denial’ album. That album ticks so many musical boxes from me and I would rate is as highly as being one of my Top 10 albums.  

Car Seat Headrest. Image Credit Billboard.

The driving force behind the band is Will Toledo who as a solo member self-released an astonishing 12 records between 2010 and 2014 before becoming a fully-fledged band the following year. In my view their music is so thoughtful and heartfelt but beautifully wrapped up in a crunchy garage rock sound which I have an inherent weakness for. The lo-fi lyrics talk specifically and empathise with the waifs and strays, lonely and dispossessed bedroom warriors of the world and the audience that night reflected that cross-section of the population, and I thoroughly enjoyed their show and the resulting exultant sing along!

As part of the Dot-to-Dot festival in 2018, I saw Dream Wife, a three-piece pop punk band from Brighton. I saw so many bands that day, and I cannot recall a note of whatever portion of their set I witnessed, but they do appear to have received a fair degree of critical acclaim since then.

July 19 resulted in seeing two reforming 90’s bands but neither hit the heights for me. The first being the Anglo-French combo Stereolab, who came across as a tad self-indulgent. The second was the Glaswegian lo-fi popsters Belle and Sebastian whose ongoing driving force has been Stuart Murdoch. They formed in 1996 and have produced twelve studio albums. Their previous members have included Isobel Campbell who collaborated on a couple of excellent albums with the late great Mark Lanegan.    

Their jaunty single ‘The Boy with the Arab Strap’ was featured on the soundtrack of the ‘Juno’ movie and the C4 series ‘Teachers’ featuring a young Andrew Lincoln. In my opinion though, Andrew’s defining role remains the character Egg in the fantastic ground-breaking BBC 2 series ‘This Life’. Despite a couple of decent moments, the band were too twee for me.

In February 2020 I saw the Texan post-rock band Explosions in the Sky where it was patently clear when we were out and about that the dark clouds of Covid where beginning to form. In November 21 the old troubadours Jesus and Mary Chain were back on tour, and I was seeing them for the eighth time in total and for the first time in seven years. They played their excellent second album ‘Darklands’ in full and following an intermission played some further tunes. They sounded in very fine form and Jamie looked well though William looked a little weather worn and was seated throughout the performance.      

Jesus and Mary Chain. Image Credit exclaim!

In April 2022, I saw Sea Power (now without the British in their name) for the sixth time and later that year witnessed Mountain Goats. The latter band being from California and their constant member is John Darnielle, and for many years he operated as the solo member. Their name was derived from a line in a Screamin’ Jay Hawkins song, and they were firmly in the folk-rock vein and there were some die-hard fans in attendance.

My most current gig there was a couple of months ago to watch Eels who provided a soothing performance led by the distinctive vocals and quirky presence of Mark Oliver Everett (stage name E). They were supported on the night by the French soul rock band Inspector Cluzo.    

One postscript before I go, when leaving the hall during Dot-to-Dot festival in 2018 there was a Manchester Albert Hall Beer Van situated right outside the venue. There was an impromptu gig taking place in the open van by some accomplished musicians called the Road Crew, it was an enjoyable interlude before walking on to the next venue!  

Gateshead Gigs – Part 2

My first ever foray to Newcastle was in 1987 when my local Preston North End team went on an impressive FA Cup run. Despite being in the bottom division at that stage, we had a famous win at Middlesbrough in the Third round before drawing Newcastle away in the Fourth round. About 6000 fans headed up and I remember a convoy of coaches crossing the impressive Tyne Bridge, but unfortunately we lost the match 2-0.

The Tyne Bridge with the Sage in the background. Image Credit Evening Chronicle.

On Mogwai’s 2023 tour, and almost twelve years to the day from the previous 2011 Gateshead date, Uncle George and I decided to make a return visit. I had already undertaken a double header aural battering in Manchester on the Thursday and the Friday before a day off on the Saturday and then headed up to the Northeast on the Sunday.

Due to train constraints, it was a logistical challenge initially involving my first ever Uber journey. Now, I must say I am somewhat conflicted about Uber’s and the working conditions they abide to, but to salve my conscience somewhat the driver who took me into town stated he preferred his job to his previous role as a Black cab driver, albeit the smallest possible sample size to draw these findings from!

My route incorporated trains from Manchester to Wigan, Wigan to Carlisle, a 45-minute wait and then onto the bone rattler Northern train into ‘Heidi’ territory over the mountain pass into Newcastle, a small matter of over 5 hours since I left home. I simply would not have undertaken this journey for any other band!  

We were staying again at the Quayside and then navigated our way back up the very steep steps to the welcoming Bridge Inn at the apex, where we encountered a fine ale, a roaring fire, and Six Nations on the TV. We then scouted around the corner for a quality pint of Porter in an excellent Taps bar called Split Chimp.

After grabbing some tea in a Turkish restaurant, we headed over the High-Level Bridge to a terrific little bar owned by my pal Gary Moore and his partner. Gary is also a keen muso and a huge Eels fan, he retired a few years ago and bought a pub, which sounds like a fine career change to me!

The venue is called Microbus and is ensconced within the arches on Wellington Street and they have created the bar from the front of a campervan and there is an old bus stop inside and a live-time bus timetable display so you have no excuses as to when to finish off your pint!

Inside the inimitable Gateshead Microbus bar. Image Credit microbus.pub

They have also just been awarded the Tyneside and Northumberland CAMRA’s pub of the year and this is all within the first year of its launch. They do stage music but unfortunately not on the night of my attendance. The site used to be a café back in the 1960’s and the story goes that a chap called Alan Hull was stuck on a bus outside in pea souper smog and allegedly wrote the famous song ‘Fog on the Tyne’ whilst he was sat there.        

A quick five-minute walk brought us to the venue and we swiftly released we were in the larger Gateshead Sage Stage 1, an unexpected bonus new venue. The larger room is apparently modelled on the Musikverein in Vienna and the acoustics were compellingly impressive.

It was my favourite performance of the three as there was room to breathe in comparison to the Friday Manchester gig, a very respectful audience and the venue created a very lush sound.  ‘Summer’ and ‘Mogwai Fear Satan’ were particularly epic.

Post-gig we headed to the Tiger Hornsby and got chatting to a couple of lads from Galashiels who had also attended the gig. We were informed on entry that they would be closing in 20 minutes but then must have taken a likeness to us as they very generously served us for another hour.

Back at the hotel, we watched the Superbowl until they reached half time. The following day, thankfully the trains behaved themselves and I enjoyed total musical silence on the way home to rest my jaded ears!