Preston Venue 26 – 53 Degrees Club Part 1

Following the closure of the old Preston Polytechnic venue back in the 90’s it took a fair period of time before a new venue was incorporated into the updated University of Central Lancashire (UCLAN).

On the original site on Fylde Road the new £6.5million venue 53 Degrees was launched in 2005, with the first gig being an AC/DC tribute band and the first proper band was a very young Subways. The venue closed in 2015 with the final gig responsibility being given to the Inspiral Carpets.

There were two separate halls, the main downstairs venue with a capacity of 1500 but in this particular blog, I am going to concentrate on the Preston 53 Degrees Club venue located upstairs with a capacity of 400.

Access was gained from the rear of the building up a flight of stairs that dropped you into a corridor reminiscent of Manchester Hop & Grape. The doorway to the left took you into the venue with bar opposite and the stage down to the right. It was a fairly intimate venue but was located in a thin level room which made viewing a challenge when it was heavily populated. The beer as at many venues was of a pretty foul quality.

I have witnessed 15 gigs there in total and my first foray there was in June 2006 to see a full roster of bands. First up were the Architects followed Komakino, a five-piece band from Derby who were a regular support band at that stage to the likes of Bloc Party and the Editors. They subsequently split up in 2008.  

The main support was Love Ends Disaster! formed whilst at University in Loughborough and Nottingham. They were a decent live act and a couple of years later were receiving airplay from the likes of Colin Murray and Huw Stephens on Radio 1, when I saw them again at the Rescue Rooms in Nottingham. They subsequently disbanded in 2012.

The headline act was Cooper Temple Clause hailing from Wokingham and their first two albums in 2002/2003 received some considerable acclaim. I would put them in the post-hardcore mould, and they created a fine clattering racket!

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Cooper Temple Clause. Image Credit YouTube.

My second visit there was on a Bank Holiday Sunday on 06/05/07 following attending Preston North End’s last game of the season where we beat Birmingham 1-0 but just missed out on the play-offs by a single point, probably a blessing in disguise!

The band on show was Mumm-Ra who I had witnessed the year before when I went to see Amusement Parks on Fire at Manchester Night and Day. They were a tad fey and lightweight for my tastes.     

Three days later I went to see 65 Days of Static who I had first picked up on via their multiple inclusion in John Peel’s Festive Fifty off their 2004 debut album ‘The Fall of Math’. They are in the post rock genre but with a more electronic bent and emanate from Sheffield and are still now ploughing their trade.

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65 Days of Static. Image Credit blogspot.com

They have always been good value live and were supported by Josh T Pearson from Texas who was previously in the lauded Lift to Experience. He was performed as a solo act at this time and was a slightly odd act as his singing was more in the vein of a stream of consciousness!   

On 26/09/07 I went to see one of the perennial stalwarts of the last 20 years Idlewild who as ever were consistently good. They were supported by Twilight Sad who are a fellow Scottish post punk shoegaze band and they had only just released their debut album on Mogwai’s label Rock Action Records. They had a fearsome live reputation and they lived up to that mantle as a thunderously loud act.

London Sixth and Seventh Trip

Gill and I headed out on a Royal Scot direct train down to London on 03/08/90, which was Gill’s birthday. At the point of time it was the hottest ever recorded day in Britain with a new record temperature of 98.8 logged. The other item that was broken that day was the air-con on the train and it was subject to speed restrictions due to the heat. Rather bizarrely there was an emissary to King Hussein of Jordan in our sweltering carriage. 

On arrival we headed out to my brother’s pad in Plumstead. We perused the Good Food Guide and we booked a West Indian restaurant in Deptford visiting the Studio Bar in Greenwich en route. The restaurant had recently changed hands and as a result there was nobody else in residence, so we received platinum service and just asked them to cook what they fancied. It was a BYOB place, but the clock had ticked past 10pm and the off-licences were now closed. As a result, I piled into a local rough house pub and bought 2 litres of wine for a bargain price of £15. The cuisine was excellent apart from some very odd desserts! 

Saturday dawned with another absolute scorcher. The afternoon consisted of visiting Lewisham Library to return some records, visiting a pub next door and then onto Greenwich Park for a picnic. We were heading onto a gig that evening so boarded the 8.10pm bus for what seemed like an endless bus journey to New Cross to join a long queue outside the New Cross Venue. We gained access to the venue just after 9.30pm where the entrance price as a result had increased from £3 to £5. It was packed to the gills and stunningly hot and punters were also viewing from the balconies above.

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New Cross Venue with New Cross Inn to its left and the bus stop in the foreground. Image Credit Flickr.

We saw the support band Joyce McKinney Experience and the main band was the legendary Snuff who sounded great straightaway, it was a chaotic gig with loads of punters on the stage, it resembled a Happy Monday’s gig for a while! They played all the tracks off their debut album, however there was no encore due to the intolerable heat. I could only tolerate the moshpit for short periods and literally had to wring my T-Shirt out afterwards. We left at midnight and fortunately found a bus back straightaway.

On the Sunday we visited Camden Market where I purchased a Neil Young bootleg tape of an Amsterdam concert. After we went to a cheap Malaysian restaurant and then onto an alternative comedy night at the Kings Head in Crouch End. On the Monday we went shopping down Oxford Street and we bookended the weekend by watched Gremlins 2 at night featuring a character called Mogwai, little did I know the future significance of that name….!

Fast forward to Gill’s 50th birthday where we visited London for the weekend and on the actual birthday, we had a fun day on the South Bank before having a fine meal in Southwark that night. As is my wont, I had hunted a gig down for us and we headed out of London the following evening on the overland train to New Cross station for only our second ever visit to this suburb.

The venue of choice was New Cross Inn which turned out to be the front room of a boozer. To my surprise, the pub was located literally next door to the New Cross Venue, and I could see the bus stop we disembarked all those years ago. The coincidences rolled on as firstly the weather was as scorching as the original visit and the date of this gig was 04/08/18, exactly 28 years to the day from the Snuff gig.    

Across New Cross Road, and it appears they are very keen on original names in the area, you found the New Cross House pub which stocked some fine craft ales and appetising pizzas.

The gig was very sparsely populated, and the main band were called Captain Accident and the Disasters who were a ska band but were nowhere near as high energy as I hoped they would be.

Due to Uncle George working for Virgin he managed to poach some first-class tickets for the journey home on Sunday. Just before we departed from Euston three old rockers boarded and parked themselves in seats directly in front of us. When the guard came to check their tickets, it transpired that the senior rail pass of one of the party had expired. At that point I recognised the distinctive voice and it turned out to be none other than Bob Geldof and a couple of Boomtown Rats who were heading to play an 80’s festival in Macclesfield. Thoughts of contacting Shaun Keaveny’s Small Claims Court sprang to mind with the tagline, ‘It’s a Rat Trap and you been caught’!  

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Bob Geldof. Image Credit Hollywood.com

Shortly after I recognised New Cross Road when watching a movie on TV, after checking the veracity of my intuition it turned out that was another claim to fame for the area. So, if you are watching Skyfall and Bond has just rescued M from an assassination attempt, he drives up to his ancestral home but there is a brief snippet where they are hurtling down the road in question!