Keepers of the Faith

Brudenell Social Club is perhaps not the easiest venue to find. I took the train from Leeds to Burley Park and emerged into a post-apocalyptic landscape inhabited by cockroaches, students and menacing-looking small business owners. Nobody seemed to know where the venue was and even Google Maps was reluctant to help me navigate the mean streets.

Rebellion Festival Day IV

The last day finally arrived. It’s getting to the stage where you expect to see Punxsutawney Phil on this blog (incredibly current film reference). As it was the last day I decided to try and see as many bands as physically possible and to prepare for this, I took a trip to the Pleasure Beach and rode a few vomit-inducing, pant-soiling rides and screamed obscenities really loudly.

Rebellion Festival Day Three

The third day started and long days and lack of sleep were starting to take their toll on me. There were no must-see bands on my list today, so it was all about discovering new stuff. I got talking to a bunch of Lancashire lads outside the venue who were drinking Skol (I had no idea they still made that) and I joined in with the early drinking by dumping a quarter bottle of vodka in my McDonald’s Coke. Notes were compared on bands we’d seen and bands that were still to come.

Rebellion Festival Day Two

The second day of Rebellion Festival started where the first one left off for a lot of people, judging by the level of drunkenness I witnessed outside the Winter Gardens at 12:30. The first band I happened upon seemed to be suffering too and I left after about a minute.

Rebellion Festival Day 1

As if I’m not busy enough attending Rebellion Festival this weekend, I’ve chosen to blog about it while it’s all still fresh in my mind. Complete lunacy.

The Duchess of York

When you hear the words Duchess and York, you probably think of flame-haired money vacuum and “author”, Sarah Ferguson. You probably don’t think of the venue in the city of York which hosts a regular rock night.

Punk In Drublic

Hello blogfans, it's been a while. For the benefit of those of you who couldn't decipher my drunken ramblings on Twitter last Wednesday evening, here is the full story of the concert I went to.
I hadn't been to Newcastle for a few years and I was delighted to see nothing much had changed (13 year-old mothers in tracksuits, morbidly obese men without shirts). I chose to stay at Heroes "Hotel" due to its cheap price tag, but was thrilled to see my room resembled a prison cell and came without towels. Unperturbed by this, I necked a half bottle of Jack Daniel's in about an hour and headed out to the venue.