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Category Archives: Music
From Stanhope Place to Richfield Avenue: Ambrose Slade: Beginnings and Slade: Alive! At Reading – the WriteWyattUK review
It’s odd to think there were merely 11 and a quarter years between the release of Beginnings, the debut LP from the classic fourpiece that became Slade, and the band’s show-stealing 1980 Reading Festival performance, credited with relaunching their career … Continue reading
The Undertones / Neville Staple Band – Manchester Academy 2
You may well know how it is – weekend traffic on a second trip into Manchester in four nights taking its toll. For Haircut One Hundred on Wednesday, we let the train take the strain, but there’s always that worry … Continue reading
Posted in Books Films, TV & Radio, Football, Music, Uncategorized
Tagged Billy Doherty, Bobby Charlton, Damian O'Neill, Derry, John O'Neill, Manchester, Manchester Academy, Mickey Bradley, Neville Staple, Paul McLoone, Sugary Staple, The Fun Boy Three, The Specials, The Undertones, Tony Husband
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Pies, Peas, Performances and Paul – in conversation with Paul Cookson, the poet touched by the band of Nod
Paul Cookson was at home in Nottinghamshire when I called his number on the lead-up to the publication of Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade, taking a breather between back-to-back school visits and social engagements, planning his next … Continue reading
Posted in Books Films, TV & Radio, Comedy & Theatre, Football, Music
Tagged Back Home, Brooks Williams, Dave Hill, Don Powell, Edge Hill University, Everton, Hellfire Preachers, Henry Priestman, Jim lea, lancashire, Les Glover, Miles Hunt, National Football Museum, Noddy Holder, Nottinghamshire, Occasional Flames, Paul Cookson, Penwortham, Pies Peas and Performances, Retford, Slade, slady, Stan Cullimore, The Amber List, Top of the Pops, walmer Bridge, Walsall Town Hall, Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade
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Keeping the Noize alive – the Slady feature/interview
The majority of this interview came together as I threw myself deeper and deeper into writing, researching and editing Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade. And while this scribe rarely warms to covers and tribute bands (although there … Continue reading
Posted in Books Films, TV & Radio, Music
Tagged Andrew Hackett, Camden, Danie Cox, Dave Hill, Dave Kemp, David Woodcock, Don Powell, Dublin Castle, Gobby holder, Jem Lea, Jim lea, London, Noddy Holder, Rock 'n' Roll Book Club, Slade, slady, The Featherz, Wendy solomon, Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade
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A welcome return to Vinny Peculiar’s Counterculture Club – in praise of How I Learned to Love the Freaks
‘Say goodbye to the summer of love…’ There’s an autumnal chill in the air right now, but while the summer’s gone, I’m yet to tire of an album that’s provided a key part of my soundtrack these past couple of … Continue reading
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Tagged Alan Wilkes, Dave Draper, Death of the Counterculture, Flower Power, Hippy Kids, How I Learned to Love the Freaks, Leah Wilkes, Manchester, Parlour Flames, Rob Steadman, Summer of Love, The Smiths, Vinny Peculiar, Worcestershire
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Keeley, Def Robot, Vincent Christ – Aatma, Manchester
Talk about nights that will stick long in the memory. My memory anyway. I’m pretty sure a few of the clientele present saw their photo streams the next day and wondered what the hell that was all about. But the … Continue reading
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