Manchester Venue 92 – Band on the Wall

At the top end of Oldham Street, you find the Comedy Club and the iconic Crown and Kettle public house across on the other side of busy Swan Street. Hundred yards to the left of there is the oldest venue in town, Manchester Band on the Wall, which sits opposite to the Fringe Bar.

Crown and Kettle interior. Image Credit eatmcr.co.uk

The venue was originally opened as the George and Dragon pub in 1803 within a big market area, even in those very early days it had a licence for song and dance. It was located near the old gathering place of ‘New Cross’ where many an Industrial Revolution demonstration took place. The landlord in residence between the 1930’s and 1950’s was a no-nonsense chap called Ernie Tyson who decided to expand the repertoire and created a stage halfway up the wall at the rear of the pub, hence the name of the establishment was formed.

During the 1960’s and 1970’s it sat in the jazz domain before punk hit and the Buzzcocks and Joy Division played early gigs, the latter allegedly signed in blood their recording contract there with Tony H Wilson. The venue is registered as a charity so allows more artistic freedom and its music resides mainly in the roots and soul genre and because of this not one I have visited regularly. To exemplify this musical ethos, Craig Charles has for many years undertaken a monthly DJ residence there.   

It is an award-winning establishment and has recently been refurbished, it has an initial bar area as you enter which now has the ability to stage smaller performances with an 80-person capacity. Then to your left there is a step free access into the main music room with an additional balcony overlooking the stage and this area now has an increased capacity of 500 due to an expansion into the adjoining three-storey Cocozza Wood building.  

Band on the Wall. Image Credit DesignMyNight.com

One of the seminal and most influential bands of my youth was Husker Du and I was fortunate to see them twice back in the day and at the first gig had a brief chat with the band and I have been playing a lot of their considerable output recently. Post their breakup in 1988 I kept a close eye on the individual output of the members of the band and saw Sugar several times and Bob Mould solo a couple of times.

The drummer Grant Hart was less prolific in his output and toured far less prior to his untimely death in 2017. His passing hit me like a sledgehammer in much the same way Mark Lanegan’s did, perhaps also inciting selfishly the mourning of your past youth! 

He was a fabulous drummer with my personal favourite of his art being the thunderous driving rhythm of Husker Du’s ‘New Day Rising’, go on have a listen to it right now! He also released some terrific solo records, particularly the first two ‘Intolerance’ and ‘Good News for the Modern Man’, the initial one being issued via the legendary SST records.  

I was therefore excited when I saw the news he was touring in December 2011, so tickets were purchased and off we popped. I was a tad worried when I saw it was just Grant and a backing track machine but surprisingly it worked with him topping up the sound on his guitar.

He had a considerable back catalogue and was inviting requests from the audience, however when one punter somewhat rudely stated ‘you need to play xxxx’, he was met with an instant withering response ‘you need to be on the streets man’! Standout tracks that evening were ‘2541’, ‘The Main’, ‘Never Talking to You Again’, ‘There’s a Girl who Lives on Heaven’s Hill’ and ‘Green Eyes’.  

Grant Hart. Image Credit SFGate

My other three attendances were all part of wristband events, the first in May 2018 was to see Desperate Journalist, a decent post punk band from London. At the following years Dot to Dot event, I witnessed part of an excellent set from Kilmarnock’s Fatherson. I very nearly saw them in Edinburgh a few years earlier but was glad to finally catch up with them. My final appearance was in November 2019 to see a local artist called Elysse Mason who reminded me to a degree of Lana Del Rey.

Gigs from Abroad Part 5 – Australia Part 1

In February 2007, we were highly fortunate to head out on a month-long trek to Australia. On our outward leg we stopped off at Hong Kong and soaked up the culture of this vibrant city, heading up to the Peak and sampling some terrific food. The time/weather gap was best exemplified when we were in a bar drinking Tsingtao near the river at 9pm on a sweltering evening and a TV in the corner was showing the lunchtime Merseyside derby from a freezing snow-clad Anfield.

We flew onto Melbourne and then drove the Great Ocean Road whilst playing some Husker Du before heading north to Sydney. En route we stopped at various motels including staying in a small hamlet called Marlo. On arrival there, we were taken aback as the end of the track brought us to a hotel on stilts just before the sea. Visions of the Deliverance movie sprang to mind, but they could not have been more friendly and fresh fish and a crisp bottle of Oyster Bay whilst watching the sunset completed a fine evening.

Further up the coast we stopped early one morning at a beach where kangaroos sometimes resided. We unfortunately didn’t witness any roos but did hear some suspect rustling in the undergrowth before a giant lizard peaked his head out, suffice to say we left it to its own devices!  

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I did not see this particular kangaroo! Image Credit pinterest.

We undertook all the requisite tourist activities in Sydney, including a tour of the Opera House and its atmospheric concert hall, a trip to the Blue Mountains and in the incongruous location of a shopping arcade basement I sampled the finest ever Laksa I have encountered in my life. Sydney was a vibrant, enjoyable yet infinitely smaller city than I had envisaged it would be. We then flew onto Hamilton Island which was a gateway to the Great Barrier Reef where the main mode of transport was little golf buggies and the occasional bus.

Nearby our accommodation was the Reef View Hotel Bar where we one night we were having an aperitif and a chap called Piano Man started tinkling away. It was low quality loungecore and we escaped as soon as we were able. We undertook a brief stopover in Singapore on the way home. Quaffing a Singapore Sling in the famous Raffles Bar, a trip to the slightly surreal Sentosa Island and visits to a couple of the numerous fantastic food halls completed a rather excellent holiday.

Our earlier initial jet lagged arrival in Melbourne was around midnight and when the taxi landed in St Kilda our first sight was of a couple of lads spilling out of a local pub and brawling on the grass – welcome to Australia! The following day we caught one of the archaic trundling trams into the city, where we had our first ever drink in a bar opposite Flinders Street station, which felt like a landmark moment as you are literally at the other end of the globe.

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Melbourne Tram circa 2007. Image Credit youtube.com

Melbourne was a pleasant bohemian style city though many of the pubs seemed without local knowledge to be hidden in basements, so much so one night we encountered a Scottish chap who upon hearing our accents, politely enquired ‘Where are all the f%@$*£g bars in this toon’?