Preston Venue 31 – 53 Degrees Main Hall

I have previously covered the Club venue and in this week’s blog I am going to concentrate on the 53 Degrees Main Hall. The venue’s opening in 2005 spelt the death knell to Preston Mill as a gig going concern as there was patently not room in Preston for two such singular locations.

The main hall comprised of a capacity of 1500 and had a sizeable bar facing you on entrance. There was a large, raised area before steps dropping down into a sizeable pit in front of the stage. In their time, they attracted some decent acts here but overall, I always felt it was a golden opportunity missed where they could potentially have attracted better acts, maybe that slightly biased perception gleans from certain fave bands that I thought would have great to see in that setting!

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53 Degrees Venue. Image Credit 53degrees.net

My first visit there was on 20/05/05 when I went to see Supergrass. They were in good form as they had a commendable back catalogue and played my two cherished tracks of theirs, namely ‘Caught by the Fuzz’ and ‘Late in the Day’. Our group was stood off to the right-hand side of the stage where it felt very draughty, but reasons for that became evident as I had an unpleasant bout of man-flu for about 10 days after. The lurgy nearly denied me the opportunity to watch PNE playing West Ham in the Championship play off final (I wish it had!)

Now I have never warmed at all to Blur, talented musicians, and all that, but for whatever reason their music grates on me. Whilst up in Scotland for Hogmanay we were listening to John Peels festive 50 and they featured a couple of half decent tracks from the bands lead guitarist Graham Coxon. This led to an attendance at one of his gigs in October 2006. Most of his set was based on his Ramones influenced latest album ‘Love Travels at Illegal Speeds’. He had his moments and with the shortness of the tracks swiftly whipped through more than 20 songs.

A couple of years later I saw my standout gig there when the Subways were in town. They had so much energy with lead singer Billy Lunn a whirling dervish on stage and his then girlfriend Charlotte Cooper a perfect ally to his antics. It was arguably one of the most joyous moshpits I have ever encountered when they played ‘Oh Yeah’ off their terrific debut album ‘Young for Eternity’. You could never fault these kids for effort! They were supported by Enjoy Destroy.

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The Subways in full flight mode. Image Credit buzzbands.la

In October 2010 a group of us headed into town to watch Half Man Half Biscuit, only to discover the gig had been cancelled at the last minute. It was rearranged for six weeks later on a Friday evening clashing with a North End game. We left the match early resulting in missing the first couple of songs of their set. They were very enjoyable, and they have such a devoted following that it always results in a cracking atmosphere.

In 2011, we went to see John Lydon’s combo, Public Image Ltd. I was far from an expert knowledge on their output but appreciated their intelligent songcraft which stood up well in a live environment.

When I was young whippersnapper at the tender age of 14, I went through a short Adam Ant phase and 30 years hence I was persuaded to go and see him again and this was my final gig there.

The place was packed to the rafters and access to the front area was tricky. There was an eejit and bully from my youth in residence who was blocking the accessway who I navigated past but who then somewhat predictably nudged me down the steps, but I maintained my footing and more importantly didn’t spill a drop of my beer! He was and obviously remains someone just not worth bothering with in any format! The gig was also a bit of a limp affair capping off a forgettable night.

Phoenix Festival

The third and final time I have witnessed Neil Young was at the Phoenix Festival on Friday 19th July 1996. It made history as the first ever 4-day festival in the UK. The festival site was located at the cavernous disused Long Marston airfield near Stratford Upon Avon. Gill and I obtained a day ticket and we grabbed some lodgings in Stratford.

It was a staggeringly hot day, one of those exceptionally sultry days that only occur in Britain every couple of years. Before we left the digs and due to the weather, I observed the most gigantic spider I have ever seen, resulting in the door being summarily shut on it and by our return it had thankfully departed….

There wasn’t much forward planning involved as Gill and I were wearing varying degrees of inappropriate footwear and for some inexplicable reason we decided to walk to the site.

Out of the town led onto a winding country road and you could hear the throb and the thrum of the music but after a sustained period of walking the sound didn’t appear to be getting any nearer. We passed a farm with an entrepreneurial punter selling freezing bottles of water from an outdoor fridge. Not long after that we managed to cadge a lift to the site from a kind punter in a passing motor.

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Phoenix Festival 1996 Flyer. Image Credit theprodigyontour.com

We landed late afternoon and first caught Nylon Bombers, an unspectacular Britpop band from Cheltenham who subsequently broke up later that year.

We caught some of the sets of Manic Street Preachers and Super Furry Animals on the main stage. We saw Dodgy whose upbeat track ‘Staying Out for the Summer’ could not have been more apposite!

I enjoyed a Foo Fighters set which was an early career performance from them, the highlight being ‘Monkey Wrench’.

The main support act was one of those artists who was a passing fad at that point in time. Alanis Morrisette went down well with a fair proportion of the audience, but I find it all a tad bland.

Neil Young was backed up by the ever-dependable Crazy Horse. It was by a long way my favourite performance as he was in crackling form and fabulously loud. He opened with a fine trifecta ‘Hey Hey My My (into the Black)’, ‘Down by the River’ and ‘Powderfinger’.

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Neil Young and Crazy Horse onstage at the Phoenix Festival. Image Credit JamBase.

He softened in the middle with a couple of ‘Harvest’ tracks, but it was mainly a guitar fest. The first encore included ‘Cortez the Killer’ and ‘Like a Hurricane’ and the second encore peaked with an outro of ‘Rocking in the Free World’. A superb set overall as he played a lot of my fave tracks. He came off stage after midnight.

John Peel tells the tale that he was the first person to bring Neil over to Britain in the early 70’s and they had kept in touch since. He was there that day and endeavouring to bypass the security staff to obtain permission from Mr Young to play live his set on Radio 1. He finally got the green light with 4 tracks remaining. Later I obtained a bootleg tape of the gig and the recording suddenly morphs from a raggedy sound accompanied by audience voices and footsteps crunching plastic beer glasses to a crystal-clear sound as it moved into the radio level recording.

We made our way to the 100-strength queue where the shuttle buses were due to depart from. After 30 minutes of complete inactivity it quickly become evident that no buses were on the horizon and there was no sign of any taxis either.

The only remaining option was to walk back. There were many stragglers tumbling down a dark windy country lane, all jumping out of the way as cars approached. At certain points, there was a small brook by the side of the road which a giggling drunken lad tumbled into.

After what felt like an age, we turned a bend and saw the water fridge from earlier and I was in full ‘Mr Motivator’ mode despite tears in corner of my eyes as I knew how far we still had to travel. Gill was literally hobbling behind me by this stage. We refer to it now as ‘The March’ and can laugh about it (just!).

The lights of the town finally appeared, and it was about 3.30am when we stumbled into an all-night garage for some much needed water and snacks!