Second coming: The Return of Suck It & Spin

We’re back. In a big way. 

A return to form for Manchester’s rotary black plastic aficionados, a Northern Quarter haven for Indie Rock & Roll connoisseurs, that skinny jean clad, Fred Perry wearing girl that you fancied when you were 16, mop heads, pointed shoes, battered plimsoles, slipping on beer soaked floors, waking up in some flat in some god forsaken corner of a forgotten town head in pieces, ears still ringing counting the shrapnel in your back pocket bearing some semblance of hope that there’s a stage coach somewhere that can get you back to a bed you recognise, pants ripped, your best shirts ruined and the only thing that will get you through this dark sabbath is peeling your favourite album out of it’s case, pulling up the dust cover, the needle hits the groove cutting a track of sonic brilliance as you start thinking to yourself…. fuck I can’t wait for Saturday to come around again…

Saturday is here. Saturday 22nd September to be exact. Back in to Jimmy’s basement, back playing our very favourites from the likes of Arctic Monkeys, Queens of The Stone Age, The Cribs, The Clash, The Pistols… back with the Gallagher whine, Tony Iommi’s razor sharp riffs, the pacing 4/4 beat the drives John Mcclure’s back catalogue, Sumner and co’s sharp electro…

And we’re a bit fuckin’ excited. 

See you Saturday, shag x