Tonight, was all about Twisted Wheel. Playing the gig they were made for, they were on fire; a Manchester band, playing in a venue that is a tribute to the greatest Manchester label ever, full to bursting of mancunians all ready to party.
From the very first chord to last, every word was sung from the crowd, and every beat danced to. Remember the gigs back in the day? When no-one was violent enough to start a mosh pit, and you had to wait ages for the gig to start, and the next band to come on? This had all the hallmarks of a proper gig: beer being split, conversations started purely by someones T-shirt (my Joy Division shirt), a poorly conceived exit system, and even a causal invitation for a fight (he asked me, if you wondering).
Twisted Wheel were perfect tonight; spurred on by a rabid fan base, and Mancunian pride, there was no way this was going to end badly. With the endless jumping around from those down the front, to the singular crowd surfer through You Stole The Sun and the incessant chanting of their name between songs, it's not hard to see how they sold out the newly re-opened FAC251. Makes you proud to be a Manc.
Words: Daniel Winters
No comments:
Post a Comment