I finished our latest trip to Newcastle “on a crafty tip”. Mrs RM had been doing the cultural thing, shopping for clothes in chain stores, and needed a quick drink after her effort to save the Tyneside economy single-handed.
We had 28 minutes before the next train, so I generously picked the closest Beer Guide entry, which of course turned out to be the Tyneside Cinema rather than the Crown Posada (or even the decent Bacchus).
I know better than to put Mrs RM through the Cask Lottery, and bought her a pint of Jakehead IPA. Wylam seem to be a Tyneside Brew Dog these days, with their crafty keg everywhere. I note that in the Exchange they were only serving it in halves; presumably folk in Newcastle are judged able to handle a 6.3% beer.
Not a Proper Pub, with the seating mainly on a big communal table full of folk on their phones.
But the Tyneside Cinema itself is a thing of some beauty that I fully expected to engage Mrs RM’s attention for the evening.
Instead, she enjoyed the overpriced offerings of Novotel’s wine cellar, while I took Matt on a “proper night oot on the Toon” (sorry).
Cheesey nachos, chicken wings and burritos followed by a night of metalcore*. Because they were open when I didn’t expect them to be, I now applaud Zapatista.
And I applaud Think Tank, a tiny gig venue that manages to combine all the attributes of a “toilet” with great sound quality and friendly staff.
This photo from insisde is awful, but I like it as an embodiment of Think Tank.
A low-key gig (att:62), so no draft productson the bar, but a fine array of Ellon’s cans. And this gem, selected from Ratebeer to the accompaniment of the strains of Liverpool’s Loathe, who sound like you’d expect but were intense enough.
Having made sure Matt wasn’t stabbed, I had thought about sneaking out to the Hotspur. But youthful joint headliners Holding Absence were compulsive listening, lead singer Lucas having a vocal range rather beyond the normal deathcore range (Matt is going to kill me for my attempt to explain that). And some songs.
I reckon Matt (at 16) was the youngest there, and I was by far the oldest. I liked that.
This is the world of split EPs, paying for petrol from merch sales, cadging lifts off fans, and success measured in Instagram followers. As I’ve said before, just like beer, there’s a lot of great music out there for less than the cost of a Sky sub.
And they’re nice Welsh boys.
Great night, great city.