This three piece from Dublin, sporting Hawaiian shirts with large google eye stickers on the bass drum, reminded me of seeing mates play upstairs in the Gweedore bar as a teenager.
Navigating the 80s as a teenager I couldn’t have imagined to listening to music from 60 years previous. That, however, is precisely, thanks to the longevity of Moody Blues’ bassist John Lodge, what we are engaged to do so this evening.
Greeting the Beacon assembly the vastly experienced Mike Rutherford quips “It was all going so well” before inserting the briefest of pauses then adding “Until a week before the tour I broke my fucking hip!” Well, this is “Iron Mike” otherwise known as “The Chief Mechanic
Primal Scream would never be a band that I would have gone to see“ but tonight I will go with the flow ,and Mondays are usually depressing so maybe a gig will cheer me up, so off I popped to the Ulster Hall.
Some nights at The Bodega just feel special from the outset. It might be the buzz at the bar, the sense of anticipation in the air, or just the right kind of crowd assembling before the first note rings out.
It’s a truly pleasant springtime evening, Bristol’s bustling crowds bask in wall-to-wall sunshine, and amidst these busy scenes the highly creative Finnish metalliferous masked impresario Mr. Lordi has careered into town with his 110% kerosene fuelled rock-a-lypse in tow.
There’s something magical about seeing a show in a venue like The Forge in Joliet, Illinois. It’s intimate without feeling cramped, big enough to bring in international acts but still grounded in the beating heart of the local metal scene.
Few bands do righteous anger quite as well as Skunk Anansie, the London quartet able to tear apart body and soul with ease.
On the night of April 1, 2025, the Byline Bank Aragon Ballroom in Chicago was the epicenter of metal maelstrom, as the iconic venue hosted a concert featuring three legendary bands: Meshuggah, Carcass, and Cannibal Corpse.
Nottingham’s Rescue Rooms has seen its fair share of packed-out rock shows, but this was something else. A sold-out venue, a crowd buzzing with anticipation, and a line-up built for destruction.
"I'm not sure about that beginning, we haven't even rehearsed it yet" says a tongue-in-cheek Pete Townsend following a false start to perennial classic 'The Real Me'.
Review & Photography by Manny Manson for MPM The De Montfort Hall is buzzing. It’s a sell-out, and the crowd is ready. The Darkness have rolled into Leicester as part of their Dreams on Toast 2025 tour, bringing with them a night of glam-rock excess, falsetto acrobatics, and sheer unfiltered joy. Support comes from the legendary Ash, a band who …
The Corrs thanked the Royal Albert Hall for a "pivotal" moment that sent their career soaring, as they performed in aid of Teenage Cancer Trust.
The fourth night of a brilliant week of Teenage Cancer Trust at the Royal Albert Hall saw the original (mod)fathers of the whole event, The Who, take to the stage.
Having built a career on doing exactly what they want and flying in the face of all that's expected of them, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that The Sex Pistols chose to play in the grandeur of that most venerable concert hall in the country, The Royal Albert Hall.
530pm, and I’m early for the show. What to do, what to do? Find some food? Go for a beer? I’ve got an hour to kill. But I’m too excited to venture too far from the venue.