Cast your mind back to Sunday 20th December, when we went to see Pet Shop Boys at Manchester’s MEN Arena.
We’d already seen the Pandemonium tour back in June, but of course as a die-hard PSB fan I didn’t want to miss what would be their biggest gig to date, plus the extra songs promised by the Christmas EP had me all excited. I booked the tickets as soon as they went on sale back in July so it had been a long time coming. There was a bit of a bonus to this appearance too: the support band was Bad Lieutenant, led by Bernard Sumner (he of New Order and Electronic). Colour me absolutely bloody excited, this could be the gig of the year (especially when I heard they’d been performing Love Will Tear Us Apart).
(The following paragraph epitomises stupidity and is relevant to the story, so bear with me…)
Soooo. Sunday came, Nicky and I pottered into Wakefield, filled the car up with petrol, and headed to Leeds to do a little bit of last-minute Christmas shopping. Two junctions up the M1 the car starts stuttering, power loss, little ‘engine failure’ light comes on. Realisation dawns, I’ve filled the bloody diesel car with unleaded – I mean, I don’t really use this car but even so it’s no excuse. Cue sheer panic as the AA guy says it’ll take up to 6 hours to get to us because of the snow, followed by relief when a flatbed shows up to take us back home, followed by an empty feeling when it costs me £200 to have the engine pumped. Still, impressively it only took 3 hours to get fixed leaving us plenty of time to get to Manchester.
Nicky has been very good about it. On the other hand I have been dining on sack-cloth and ashes.
(…stupidity over.)
We began the journey to Manchester in the abysmal weather – probably not the best of ideas to drive across the highest motorway in Britain (M62 Saddleworth Moor since you didn’t ask). It took us almost 3 hours to drive what normally takes 50 minutes… really rather pleased we set off early, all told. The Arena itself was really very quiet until 7:30pm-ish, and showtime was 7:40pm.
Bad Lieutenant appeared on stage. Lots of guitars, very much the same sound as New Order (and little new ideas brought to the party). Barney’s a real control freak isn’t he? And the interminable wolf-whistling during songs which echoed around the stadium much like tumbleweed. The word ‘Disappointed’ describes it well (and is really quite appropriate). The band finished off with a version of the aforementioned Love Will Tear Us Apart which would have been great but for Barney screaming ‘COME ON!’ periodically, it utterly ruined what is one of the most enduring songs of the 20th century. Sack of arse, but I did buy a CD just in case.
Pet Shop Boys came on with the usual pomp and circumstance – there were a couple of video screens this time so we could see sorta what was going on behind Chris’s keyboard kitchenette, interesting to see him using a Kaoss PAD and a few other bits and bobs I hadn’t clocked on to. Our position was about 18ft away from stage-centre, we got a smashing view save for the retard nearby who was doing poppers and dancing like a mentalist, arms flailing and punching anyone who got close… one chunky bloke subdued him, managed to get him out of the way and it was great after that!
The extra songs had been added to the setlist, including the cover of My Girl and Viva La Vida which were performed pretty well. Finally with an apologetic Neil pointing out “erm, we did say it doesn’t often snow at Christmas” they launched into their Christmas single which had just about touched the charts that day going in at no. 40. Lo and behold, snow falling from above the stage, dancing Christmas trees, Chris Lowe in a furry hat and parka. Very camp, very good fun, flashbacks to dancing Christmas trees from our local school’s nativity.
Photos are here.
We ambled back across the Pennines, a much easier return journey owing to the gritters and snowploughs actually showing up this time. Huzzah!