Manchester Venue 47 – Ruby Lounge

One of my favourite venues in Manchester was the Ruby Lounge situated on High Street opposite the Arndale Centre and backing onto the Northern Quarter. The venue opened in 2007 and sadly closed in 2018 as it was hoovered up in a £79m city centre development.

It was housed in a somewhat dilapidated seven store block and behind the unprepossessing metal doors were stairs carrying you down to the venue. It was one large room with battered sofas and a games machine to the left, bar facing and a stage to the right. It had a scruffy charm, and the capacity was 375 for live music and 600 for club nights. It had a thin access to view the stage that could be a slight inconvenience when it was busy.

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Entrance to the Ruby Lounge. Image Credit Britannia Hotels.

I attended there nine times in total and they always had a sonic sound system and as a result I have seen some astoundingly loud gigs. A case in point was my first attendance in 2009 to see A Place to Bury Strangers, a noise rock combo from New York. Remarkably the support band Dead Confederate outdid them on the decibel count. They hailed from the birthplace of REM in Athens, Georgia. Prior to the gig I had explored for the first time a selection of the plethora of bars located nearby in the Northern Quarter. Another regular pre-gig pub was the English Lounge which is only 100 yards from the venue.

My second and third visit also continued in that vein, first up were Rock Actions shoe gazers Twilight Sad. The next was to see Pelican, a post rock four piece from Chicago, Illinois. We were chatting to some punters prior to their set who advised us not to leave our beers on the wooden shelfs as the sound check was so loud, they had knocked a couple of glasses off. They were totally instrumental and ear splintering, and I would quantify them in my Top 5 loudest list, and they were also fabulous as it is so good to hear bands as uncompromising as they are!

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Pelican. Image Credit en.wikipedia.org

In 2010 I saw the grungy quartet Dinosaur Pile Up from Leeds. They did not stay long in the memory and it was one of those gigs where their friends and family were in attendance which I always find in equal parts odd but endearing.

In 2014, I saw Pains from Being Pure at Heart for the fourth time and it was by now unfortunately a case of diminishing returns as their output for me gradually depreciated after their stunning debut album. They were not a patch on their electrifying set in Chorlton 5 years earlier which I will cover in a future blog. They were supported by Fear of Men.

Later that year I saw again the perennial London punks Snuff who were in fine fettle and their cover of the Likely Lads propelled me as ever into the mosh pit! The following year I went to see Preston’s Evil Blizzard due primarily to support them on a Manchester date. Despite them putting on a show I couldn’t warm to their musical output. They were supported by Creature Comforts.

My penultimate gig there was a terrific double bill of Ex Hex and Jacuzzi Boys, both bands I had seen before. Jacuzzi Boys are a highly accomplished garage rock band from Miami in Florida. Ex Hex are all female three-piece hailing from Washington DC and are in the mould of the Go-Go’s and had an effervescent presence. My final gig there was on 28/05/16 to see an Australian band called the Rubens as part of the Dot to Dot festival roster.

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!