Manchester Venue 68 and 69 Gullivers NQ – Part 2

I have encountered many free bonus gigs at Gullivers NQ when visiting before and after attending another scheduled gig in the local area, it is also a useful ten-minute easy jaunt from Manchester Piccadilly station for the trains to and from home.

Upstairs via some cramped stairs leads you to Gullivers NQ Ballroom with a capacity of 110.  It is a windowless room with a raised stage at the end and can be very warm and a tad claustrophobic when busy. When less populated a gap on the side walls can be located to lean and sway upon.  I have attended fourteen gigs there in total.

My first visit prior to a gig at the Ruby Lounge on 21/10/10 was to see a local band called Blackjack Boys. Eighteen months later I witnessed Manchester trio the Onions who were in the Talking Heads mould, they garnered some attention in the following couple of years with a suite of 6 music sessions.

I visited three times in 2014, the initial one to watch Young Mountains, a six-piece post-rock band from Atlanta, Georgia who I surmise were named after their compatriots This Will Destroy You’s debut album.

Young Mountains. Image Credit listenherereviews.com

The second was a slightly anomalous one as it was the only time, I have paid for a singular gig there and not as part of a festival. The band in question was History of Apple Pie from London, a shoegaze act in the vein of Pains of Being Pure at Heart who I had seen previously at Salford Arms. They weren’t quite as good as that debut performance as the sound was a bit muddy prior to asking the audience ‘do we need to turn our guitars up?’ which received categoric assent from myself.    

History of Apple Pie. Image Credit NME

The final piece of that trilogy was Walton Hesse, another Manchester band who produced a fine slice of Americana with pleasing harmonies, reminding me of a country version of Nada Surf. Next on the roster was a double bill of London three-piece Mayors of Miyzaki and Personal Best, a punk band from Bristol. The latter acts initial line up having future members of Attack! Vipers! and Caves in their ranks.

At the 2016 edition of the Dot-to-Dot festival I saw the mod band Pleasure Beach, somewhat appropriately deriving from Blackpool formed by two schoolmates from Carr Hill High School in Kirkham. That school bizarrely being the first team we played at football when I was goalkeeper in the fifth year for Cuthbert Mayne High School in Preston.

Next on the list was a post-hardcore band from Leeds called Unwave, who were a very bracing challenging listen. At the tail end of 2017 another Leeds act called Mush were in town, they had an enjoyable off-kilter sound reminiscent of alt-rock luminaries such as Sonic Youth and Pavement. The band are currently about to go on a British tour.

Continuing the Yorkshire theme at the 2018 Dot-to-Dot I saw KAWALA who met originally whilst studying in Leeds but now reside in London, they were a tad limp for my tastes. Later that year I see roots singer Debra Ohalete who had African influences within her music.

Next on the Gullivers roster was Brighton based folk singer Bess Atwell. She was prolific from a tender age and started writing her own songs at the age of thirteen. My penultimate attendance there was to witness local post-punk four-piece Springfield Elementary. They reminded me a little of Stump of C86 fame.

My only post-covid visit thus far in April 22 was at the Fair Play Northern Quarter festival to see YAANG. Originally a Manchester duo called YANG they added a third member Ben White, previously of Working Mens Club during lockdown resulting in adding an extra A to their name. They were difficult to quantify but perhaps an apt description might be an electro doomy Joy Division, am I selling them well?  

2021 Gigs – Part 1

I think it is about time that we conversed about the elephant in the room, namely the small matter of the worldwide pandemic that ripped our normal lives apart. Early breaking news stories in January and February 2020 began to indicate that something extraordinary was about to happen resulting in the first lockdown in March which for us in the North of England never really lifted for nigh on eighteen months.

There was a certain surreal novelty to the first few months as we pounded the deserted streets on our daily exercise, inadvertently serving to appraise us of our still new local area and the weather was thankfully very kind. We organised home offices with trips to the horror establishment of IKEA to purchase desks and got used to queueing everywhere and discovering new words like furlough and lateral flow tests!

Once the initial spell wore out, the isolation kicked in and both Gill and I had unpleasant bouts of Covid and I personally found the period astonishingly tough and it wasn’t even as if I was living on my own, so I can only imagine the challenges faced by millions of other people, and I am sure we will all have our personal tales and experiences. I know people who took it all in their stride and I am glad they could cope admirably with the enforced change, but I was not in that number.

I think the absolute nadir was reached at Christmas 2020 when the ability to gather with family and friends was severely curtailed. On a very cold 29th December we arranged to meet our good friends Jo and Paul at a local park, resulted in us finding a muddy picnic bench to sit on.

On the bench was left abandoned a plastic sword which we christened the sword of Gryffindor, which at the very point became the overriding pandemic symbol for us! We imbibed whiskey and brandy laced coffee until it went dark and then we separately walked home with tears in our eyes because we had nowhere else to go and like 99% of the population, we were compliant with the Government rules!

The Sword of Gryffindor. Image Credit shpock.com

Music also dropped off my radar for a fair while and I didn’t invest in the podcasts or live streaming gigs as I stubbornly wouldn’t settle for anything less than the real live experience. Now people who know me would say I am generally by nature a pragmatic, glass half full kind of chap, so apologies for the maudlin tone of this article, but it has tended to pour out of me as I was typing away, however I think it is high time l lifted the mood now.    

So, three very instrumental elements contributed to the upturn in fortunes. The first was the very existence of this blog and the therapeutic weekly routine it instilled. Alongside this, was my burgeoning interest and following on Twitter via interaction and invaluable support from some terrific and knowledgeable like-minded folk who shared my musical passion, who I have affectionally coined as ‘muso geeks’!

The second was the introduction of the vaccines which led to the very exciting third development, the return of live music. So, from the last rather strange pre-pandemic gig of Nada Surf on 12/03/20, it was 477 days or 11,448 hours to 03/07/21 (but who’s counting!) before I witnessed another gig, which is not unsurprisingly my longest dry spell ever!  

Nada Surf. Image Credit Rolling Stone