July 2026. Sheffield. The boys wanted to visit Dad with me, so we all popped down Saturday after a night of fringe fun. Tramlines “proper” is Sheffield’s equivalent of Latitude (ugh), without the pashminas and laughing gas and dangerous proximity to Southwold. 3 days (no camping) of heritage (ugh) bands living off their 2000s hit.… Continue reading TASTES LIKE TRACK SONOMA. TRAMLINES FRINGE 2026.
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AIRPORT….DAD !
July 2023. Hillsborough, Sheffield. Last weekend the rain arrived, but the M.O.R. crowd at Tramlines lapped it up (literally), dancing along in their designer wellies to middle-aged indie pap*. “Embracing” ? Who says “embracing” in 2023 ? We were escaping Sheffield on Saturday morning, but popped along to the Fringe on Friday night. Virtually every… Continue reading AIRPORT….DAD !
NERVOUS PILLS AT THE WASHINGTON
I have two main rules for choosing my gigs; Where possible, only listen to music written that very morning. Give bands that play their old stuff a wide berth. NEVER watch a band that starts songs “1, 2, 3, 4”. Avoid any gig where the audience members are wearing “Friends” T-shirts, ironically or not. So… Continue reading NERVOUS PILLS AT THE WASHINGTON
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