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James Poole

Doves, catch ’em while you can

‘The stage reeks of Manchester’. A great line, and one for which I can take no credit. As Doves walked onto the stage, in Hammersmith, it felt like the stage was suddenly a part of The North. It was an outpost of the Mancunian Republic. This, despite not a note being played, or a word […]

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Beyond eleven

Loud concerts can sometimes be bloody wonderful. Case #1: the Happy Mondays during their ‘we reformed for tax purposes’ gigs at the Brixton Academy. Bloody marvellous. They were a complete shambles on stage. Never ones to be known for their musical prowess – it didn’t matter. They made up for it – as they did […]