Spring has sprung, we’ve lost an hour, to be honest there’s a few from late last night that are hazy at best, but undeterred, and after a lot of coffee, we’re up and ready to party on the final day of this year’s Manchester Punk Festival. Our initial plans for day go out the window due to an epidemic of Sunday drivers on the way into town, so we miss the first act and can’t get into the second, I can only offer apologies to James Domestic and Thick Richard, we tried. Instead we head over to The Union, catching a few jaded faces from last night en route and our day starts with the pummelling ska fuelled punk of Till I’m Bones. Despite three days of excess there is still a sizeable lively crowd and when they play I Don’t Want To Party With You, they make it clear this is a lie, they do...
Spring has sprung, we’ve lost an hour, to be honest there’s a few from late last night that are hazy at best, but undeterred, and after a lot of coffee, we’re up and ready to party on the final day of this year’s Manchester Punk Festival. Our initial plans for day go out the window due to an epidemic of Sunday drivers on the way into town, so we miss the first act and can’t get into the second, I can only offer apologies to James Domestic and Thick Richard, we tried. Instead we head over to The Union, catching a few jaded faces from last night en route and our day starts with the pummelling ska fuelled punk of Till I’m Bones. Despite three days of excess there is still a sizeable lively crowd and when they play I Don’t Want To Party With You, they make it clear this is a lie, they do...