Manchester Venue 31 Night and Day – Part 3

In my humble opinion the most criminally underrated band over the last 15 years is a band from Norwich called Sennen. They formed in 2002 and were named after a Ride track and have produced five excellent albums which I return to on a regular basis. They are in the post-rock Mogwai mould with a softer side and they produce hypnotic music with hushed shoegaze harmonies.

I think what has hindered them is their aversion to touring and in those 19 years of existence they have not yet totalled 150 gigs, UK Subs and Status Quo would probably hit the total in a calendar year. Prior to me becoming aware of them they played the Cellar Bar in Blackburn. I was aware of a Deaf Institute gig but couldn’t attend but in retrospect was glad I didn’t make it as it transpired, they only did a short post-midnight set.

Thus, when I heard they were playing Night and Day on Easter Monday in 2010 I ensured I would be in attendance. I recall Uncle George and I trying to find somewhere beforehand to eat in and around Rochdale Road near the Wing Yip supermarket and we ended up in a little noodle bar. The area we were scouring that night is now unrecognisable as it subsequently turned into the regentrified Ancoats area.  

Rather sadly, there cannot have been more than 20 people in the venue. Despite the band being somewhat rusty I thoroughly enjoyed their 45-minute set. I also had a parlay with them afterwards and they turned out to be genuine down to earth lads. They were supported on the night by Rarely Spun.

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Sennen. Image Credit Last FM.

The following year we saw Slaughter and the Dogs, the old punk band who formed in the local suburb of Wythenshawe. They were in very good form with a terrific crowd interaction and it was a fine gig. The night ended in chaos as we miscalculated the time and subsequently missed the last train from Victoria. This resulted in an expensive cab home on a very filthy rainy night, and I was very glad to land home that night!

In 2018, I attended a gig there with my North East correspondent Jamie Young. We had a pre gig visit to the infamous Marble Arch pub and a pizza in the Mackie Mayor food hall. The band in question was Black Delta Movement, a psychedelic garage rock outfit from Kingston Upon Hull. Regretfully, it was a disappointing set and they were outshone by the support band Mr Strange, an engaging three-piece band from Isle of Wight.  

Later that year, I went to see the Orielles from Halifax accompanied by Gill and one of the brightest people I know, Dr Laura Buckley. The bands fortunes were on the upswing at that point, but they honoured a commitment to play Night and Day which was gracious of them. They have a quirky off kilter sound but were an enjoyable watch. They were supported by a mournful downbeat set from Laetitia Sadler, who is better known as a member of Stereolab and Le Price Maori.

Saving the best to last was one of those random gigs that you very rarely encounter by catching a remarkable band at the inception of their career and you know instantly it is a privilege to be there. At the Dot to Dot festival in 2018 we happened to wander into the venue just before a very early performance from Dublin’s finest Fontaines DC.

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Fontaines DC on stage. Image Credit Irish Times

They wandered on and had a captivating presence with lead singer Grian Chatten prowling the stage like a caged tiger and the band in perfect synch behind him. They only played a 30-minute set (perfect pint supping timespan) but what a fabulous half an hour they produced. Algarve Ray was also in attendance and he looked as awestruck as me after the gig!

First T in the Park Festival

The first full Festival I ever attended was T in the Park in July 1999 with John Dewhurst and Uncle George. I recall John attended the first couple of festivals in 1994 and 1995 when were held in Strathclyde Park, Hamilton with easy access from Glasgow before the festival moved to the larger site at the disused Balado airfield in 1997. Problems were subsequently encountered at the 2016 festival resulting in that being the last event.

We decided to grab a B&B in Edinburgh with the obligatory dolls dotted everywhere in our triple room and commuted into the site from there which turned out to be a bit of a trawl as it was over an hour each way on the shuttle bus, but you had the consolation of crossing the Forth Road bridge. After a couple of bevies in town on the Saturday we caught the bus about 3pm.  The weather gods smiled on us that weekend.

It was a huge site with several stages, and it possessed a natural amphitheatre for the main stage location. It was a cracking roster that year.

First up on the main stage was in retrospect a touching set as it transpired to be one of Joe Strummer’s final gigs prior to his untimely death, he was backed up by the Mescaleros. Following them was the New York faux gangsters Fun Lovin Criminals with their inimitable lead singer Huey Morgan, who is now a Radio 6 DJ. He was dishing out priceless advice by encouraging us ‘to go out and grab some ass’!  Their ‘Scooby Snacks’ track naturally went down a storm. We also caught a portion of the Stereophonics set.

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Joe Strummer on stage. Image Credit Las Vegas Weekly

We caught a segment of a very young Travis in a packed Stage 2 tent playing a rousing rendition of ‘All I Wanna Do is Rock’ and in the Slam Tent we saw Basement Jaxx.

In the King Tuts Wah Wah tent I encountered Death in Vegas for the first time and they were startingly good, opening with an astonishing 10-minute version of ‘Dirge’ with the added bonus of the guest vocalist Dot Allison actually on stage as she was also playing the festival as a solo act and we caught her set the following day.

The headline act was Mogwai and only the second time I had seen them at that stage, and George’s first and they were in fine fettle. Upon realising they were clashing with main stage headliners Blur, who they understandably had no time for the cheeky young scamps devised some T-shirts. Mogwai had been previously quoted that they thought Blur were one of the weakest bands on the planet thus the message emblazoned across the front was their interpretation of the dictionary definition of the band, namely ‘Blur: Are S#*#e’. I regretfully never purchased one of the T-shirts.   

  

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Infamous T-Shirt. Image Credit WordPress.com

 

Upon arriving back into the city, we foolishly stayed out until about 3am, however the dolls were still waiting for us when we arrived back. Thankfully John had some remaining dexterity to navigate a troublesome lock, whilst me and George giggled inanely behind him!

What greeted me the following morning was one of my all-time crippling hangovers and the thought of another full festival day was put it mildly particularly undesirable at that point in time. The only potential cure was the Hair of the Dog method though I was contending with the size of a Saint Bernard resulting in the extreme step of supping a brandy at lunchtime to set me right.

A few pints followed in a bar on Rose Street and I recall the British Grand Prix being on and chatting to an engaging American chap called Hank who became known thereafter as ‘Hank the Yank’. I felt infinitely better leaving than when entering the pub though I did flag later in the day.

In the newcomer’s tent, we saw Astrid and a very young Biffy Clyro.  On other stages we witnessed Placebo, Massive Attack, Gay Dad, Lanterns and Deus.

However, the best three acts of the day were the main performances in King Tuts tent. A soothing set from the Delgados was followed by a rousing one from Idlewild. The headliners were Mercury Rev who produced a terrific swirling performance to bookend the festival.

On the packed bus on the return journey some punter dropped his cube of recreational drugs. He went into panic mode as he wasn’t the owner resulting in the surreal sight of the entire top deck crouching down searching for the missing artefact before it was eventually located.

We landed back just shy of midnight and we were ravenous. We tasked a local taxi driver to find us an open Chinese takeaway and he met the challenge. A midnight feast followed before having a nightmare about those damn dolls!

I awoke feeling like a new man in the morning and we headed home via an ice cream stop in Moffat.