So what are your 'ones to watch' this year, then...?
Will we see a backlash against manufactured reality TV show stars? Will Nu-Rave disappear up its own glowstick? Has Emo finally had enough and locked itself in the cellar? And with 2008 looking like the year of money-spinning comeback tours for everyone from Boyzone to The New York Dolls, will any of them still rock it?
Over to you...
Showing posts with label gigs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gigs. Show all posts
Friday, 4 January 2008
Thursday, 15 November 2007
You Made Me Realise
Oh. My. God.

ATP Concerts are very proud to present my bloody valentine who will return to play in Summer 2008 across the UK. The band will take to three cities London, Manchester and Glasgow. The following three dates have been announced:
Friday 20th June – London – The Roundhouse
Saturday 28th June – Manchester - Apollo
Wednesday 2nd July – Glasgow - Barrowland
Right, I'm up for the Roundhouse gig - who's with me, fellow early-90s wall-of-sound burst-eardrum indie kids?
Look, just look (and listen, obviously):

ATP Concerts are very proud to present my bloody valentine who will return to play in Summer 2008 across the UK. The band will take to three cities London, Manchester and Glasgow. The following three dates have been announced:
Friday 20th June – London – The Roundhouse
Saturday 28th June – Manchester - Apollo
Wednesday 2nd July – Glasgow - Barrowland
Tickets go on-sale this Friday, November 16th
Right, I'm up for the Roundhouse gig - who's with me, fellow early-90s wall-of-sound burst-eardrum indie kids?
Look, just look (and listen, obviously):
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Support shock
So I went to see this woman at Hawkston Bar and Grill last night...
Her name is Marit Bergman, and she is Swedish. That was all my good friend Stewart needed to tell me to convince me to attend.
How embarrassing, then, that I stood through her entire set in the genuine belief that I was watching her shit support act.
Has this happened to anybody else?
(I'm starting to like the song above quite a bit, mind you.)
Her name is Marit Bergman, and she is Swedish. That was all my good friend Stewart needed to tell me to convince me to attend.
How embarrassing, then, that I stood through her entire set in the genuine belief that I was watching her shit support act.
Has this happened to anybody else?
(I'm starting to like the song above quite a bit, mind you.)
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