The Dog’s Bollocks!

The Happy Mondays will spruce up the GE’s tacky interior.

I had NO IDEA that Madchester lunatics the Happy Mondays were opening for Nine Black Alps tonight at the Grand Emporium. Guess I should read those venue ads we run in the Pitch more often, heh. I don’t know how the revamped (or ruined, depending on your view) GE has become the landing pad for all these British bands, from the Delgados to Hard-Fi, but let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth (or look too closely at the club’s tacky decor). I doubt the Mondays are quite as insane as they were back in the ’80s in Manchester, when underground rock and house music collided in a speedrush of drugs, partying and rock and roll — helping to create the “rave” as we know it — but let’s not miss this chance to see a legendary English band that’s still virtually unknown in America. Oh, and the Alps, a new band, are good, too. But wait, I’m sick and I have to do taxes. Shit. I think if I go out, I can recover in time to scribble down a few numbers on Saturday and get them in the mail to the IRS. Death and taxes may be the only absolutes in life, but working-class British rock is what keeps us going.