Manchester Venues 89 to 91

One of the constants of Manchester gig going over the years has been the continuing existence of Manchester Thirsty Scholar, which is a hostelry that lies under the train arches at Oxford Road Station. Once you have navigated down the 56 steps outside the station you walk past the Salisbury pub and Zombie Shack and the Scholar is just to the right further up the cobbled steps. It was adjacent to one of my favourite ever Manchester venues, Sound Control which sadly closed a few years ago.

The Thirsty Scholar. Image Credit frenchysrant.com

I could not find any history reference to the pub, but I have been frequenting at least since the mid 1990’s and it may have been previously called Archie Bar. It was for a spell the only vegetarian pub in Manchester, and they had club nights in the Attic upstairs. It was for a sustained period our first meeting pub point on arrival before very often heading down Oxford Road to one of the Academy venues. It also doubled as the final port of call for a flying beer before scampering up the aforementioned steps to catch the last train.

It is a small cosy pub and has always had some decent ales on tap and regularly has Northern Soul nights with vinyl DJ Martin the Mod spinning some rarely heard 45’s. In more recent times it appears to have more of a jazz slant.

They regularly have live bands on who play on the raised area to the right of the bar, and I have inadvertently caught a few performances there, many after attending other gigs in the city. I have never paid to watch a band apart from attending one year when the venue was part of that year’s Dot to Dot festival roster.

The first band I saw there in 2013 was a rather woeful U2 tribute band. At the Dot-to-Dot event later that year I witnessed Ellie Rose who was a singer songwriter who napped a prestigious spot a couple of years later at the BBC introducing stage at Glastonbury and she released a suite of singles in 2019.

In 2017, Uncle George and I landed there after a Car Seat Headrest gig at nearby Ritz and there was a band on stage, who when approached for their name stated ‘We Don’t Have One’ so naturally that became their new moniker in the Jimmy annals. The remaining four gigs there involved house jazz bands.    

There is a decent sized sheltered beer garden outside the pub and in 2020 prior to seeing Ladytron at the Ritz there was a temporary Manchester Thirsty Scholar Outside Stage set up where I witnessed a chap called Acoustic Dave play. 

The Revolution bar chain has been trading since 1996 but the story began in 1991 when two friends opened a small bar in Ashton-Under-Lyne. This has now expanded to 69 nationwide outlets and also the spin off Revolution De Cuba bars. There used to be a Revolution in Preston on Main Sprit Weind which occupied the site of Lou’s Longbar, one of the first pubs I ever visited in my youth.   

Manchester Revolution Bar. Image Credit keytothecity.co.uk

There are currently three branches in Manchester, namely on Parsonage Gardens and Deansgate Locks and the remaining one is Manchester Oxford Road Revolution. I have naturally in my time visited all three sites! On the 29/04/16, Gill and I happened to visit prior to catching the train and an act called Ste and Cassey were performing in the corner of the pub.   

Manchester Venue 6 – The Ritz (Part 1)

The Ritz has always been a grand old venue with Northern Soul roots and its spacious old ballroom vibe and sprung dance floor. It has a capacity of 1500 which allows it capture some medium sized bands without the impersonality of playing in an arena setting. It was built in 1927 and was designated a Grade 2 listed building status in 1994.

Taking into account a Ladytron gig planned there in February 2020 this will make a round total of 30 visits, placing it at No 4 on the all-time venue attended list.  The venue is handily placed on Whitworth St West, literally stumbling distance from Oxford Road station making it an ideal location for last minute dashes for late trains back to Preston (occasionally missed!).

Ritz in 1964. Image Credit pinterest.co.uk
Ritz today. Image credit pinterest.co.uk

My first foray there was in October 1987 to see the Swans supported by AC Temple and Twang. I recall distinctly the DJ playing some rather fine Cajun music between bands. The Swans had semi-legendary status at that stage due to their immense volume and there were urban legends circulating that members of the audience had been physically sick due to the decibel effect earlier in the same tour. They had a sludgy sound which was at that stage the loudest band I had witnessed and there was one brave nay foolish punter with his head in the speaker – it was an odd gig.

Swans on stage. Image credit Revoly.com

In 2000 we purchased tickets for a Death In Vegas gig who were in their pomp at that stage and on receipt of the tickets discovered they were playing a late set commencing at 12.15am like the old days. Undeterred we gained a couple of extra hours in the boozer supping dangerously strong Moonraker in the Rain Bar. It was a tad hazy after that but I recall a mosh pit where my good pal John Dewhurst lost his specs necessitating an escort back to the station for the late train.

Around that time I saw an early Mogwai gig there. You will henceforth notice a reoccurring theme as they are the band I have witnessed the most times (current total is 33). They fall into the post rock category (you may have to look that one up) and are the standout purveyors of that particular genre.

They are primarily instrumental with a quiet/very loud dynamic and their white noise is positively grandiose and blissful. I would also contend their music is built in a classical structure with layers of sound added throughout and has been utilised effectively in cinematic circles to soundtrack ‘Zidane’ and the French TV series ‘The Returned’.

The venue was probably not even half full and they were as spellbinding as ever. It was relatively early days for them and quite a lot of lucky souls were seeing them for the first time. I recall heading to the loo mid gig in the midst of one of their sonic assaults and the look of wonderment on the barman’s face as I headed past was a sight to behold! Without a shadow of a doubt, my favourite live band ever.