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ROCK N ROLL AINT NOISE POLLUTION
08 January 2002 / The Roadhouse / Manchester
:: [Missed Her Bliss] :: Sighing Gaia :: August ::
Frankly an experience that is worth repeating. Uncompromising, challenging and exciting
BETTER THAN THIS
15 January 2002 / The Roadhouse / Manchester
:: The Sonar Yen :: Jackie O :: B-fab.U.K. ::
Whilst the ironing board, constructively applied at their last gig, was sorely missed, tonight it was up to a card table to take up the duties of holding the collection of antique and genuinely retro effects and keyboard units. b-fab.U.K. are back.
CONFUSED DESTRUCTIVE AFRAID
22 January 2002 / The Roadhouse / Manchester
:: Moco ::
Spins, a violated place, shunned by NME heart bypasses that champion Liverpool as the new Manchester. Then deepens its convictions: Too many disregarded possibilities in the Manc underground and whispers of what the next 12 months might bring.
WITHIN THE GIANT KETTLE
22 January 2002 / The Barfly2 / Sheffield
:: Fi-Lo Radio :: Texas Pete :: 65 Days Of Static ::
Ok, so if someone built a giant kettle in your town, using lottery cash, then decided not to use it, what would you do? Having, as we have here, a mini "Dome", the Barfly has graciously moved in and provided Sheffield with a new venue
PASSION vs ROCK BLOWOUT
25 January 2002 / The Castle / Oldham
:: Pamela Nude :: Lookin ::
It's time for another visit to The Castle, home of regular rock and alternative nights such as The Seige and venue for the cream of Manchester circuit bands.
BAPTISED BY WILSON FUELED BY THE DEVIL
26 January 2002 / The Castle / Oldham
:: Barabbas ::
So-called after an off the cuff remark from one Anthony Wilson, (allegedly) claiming that it was the worst band name he’d ever. May be in their case it was. In this instance, the cap has a sinister fit. Barabbas are as uproarious, dark and dirty as their
APPEARANCES CAN BE DECEPTIVE
30 January 2002 / The Barfly / London
:: Fi-Lo Radio ::
Just hope the band are alright. Well, they’re a funny looking bunch. A big lad of a frontman with lank greasy bangs hanging over his face, a tall, willowy bassist who throws cheesy rock shapes and elicits one or two wolf whistles from the crowd
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