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22 Manor Street, Bolton, BL1 1TU.
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Monday, 12 December 2011

Ash Mandrake, Second Hand Wings, Injun Joe, Sarah Dixon

Friday December 17th. Christmas well on the way. Its cold, its dark. How depressing!

Don’t fret though people we’ve got an antidote in the form of a gig to warm those cockles, get smiles back on faces and to set you up for those lovely – and not at all stressful (!) – festive holidays.

Sarah Dixon first visit to the Dog. Managed by our mate Dave Nailor at 1000watt, Sarah’s is a real find with a stunning voice. Songs about running away, falling in love and having your heart torn from its seams – not as grim as it sounds. Check her out:  
Hats, Vikings, seagulls! No, this isn’t the worst game of word association you’ve ever heard, these are all words close to Ash Madrake’s heart. Musician and milliner Ash flips open the top of his head (metaphorically) and spews forth visions and tales from his alternative universe.

Home made instrumentation, crowd participation, excitement for hat fans across the nation. Marvellously bonkers, absolutely unmissable. Not have a fucking clue what I’m on about, check this video:

The Dogs Sunday acoustic nights are the stuff of legend - people coming from far and wide with acoustics in hand playing tunes, telling stories and sharing a beer. Every so often a new face appears and blows everyone away (metaphorically). Injun Joe was one such artist. Travelling over from Leeds college and playing music so heartbreaking fragile three people rang me up holding up their phones to the PA to let me hear. “You have to book him.” – Neil Piper

So we did, and here’s his stuff:
You all must know Second Hand Wings. After a brilliant performance at this years Dogsotck it’s a real pleasure to get em back to their ‘beautifully presented folky pop songs.’ A fitting end to a great night:

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Happy Lancashire Day

For all you Lancs lads and lasses here's the Chris Evans Collective with their self styled national anthem of Lancashire, 'Hearts Of Lancashire'

Happy red rose day all!

Monday, 14 November 2011

The 9th year

THE DOG WITH 9 LIVES (NEIL AND TERRY ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL), THIS FRIDAY AND SATURDAY AT THE DOG! DETAILS RIGHT AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS LONG LONG POST.

Have you read ‘The Dice Man’? No? A guy takes decision making away from logic and reason and puts it wholly in the hands of chance – in this case the roll of a dice.

Funny that.

I wouldn’t say that things were running smoothly when Angus’ business partner screwed him over but the Dog always has had a habit of limping along when other lesser establishments would, and have, laid down and died. Things really weren’t running very smoothly though and, lets be honest, after Mr Crompton was “dropped in it” the general consensus was that was that.


Neil Piper had previous at the Railway in Bromley Cross. He’d been running the bar at the Dog for 18 months when all this was occurring and had grown to like the shabby little bar and its regulars - he wasn’t prepared to see it close. Terry Fletcher agreed. T was prepared to stump up a fair wedge of cash to put towards buying the pub. But this is a big step. Should they go through with it?

Weeks of deep thought and soul searching were going to be avoided by taking their decision out of their hands. The future of the Dog and Partridge would be decided at the toss of a coin.

Heads was the call and Neil and Terry bought the pub the next day.

Funny that.

It’s been quite a ride.

If you went back in time to the Dog in '02/'03 it’d be familiar but not familiar at all. Always different, always the same. The pool table is a thing of the past, the pub is no longer a hot box of smoke and the yard is, well, inhabitable.

Ah the yard! Seven blokes, most with cigs pointing out of corner of mouths, trying so desperately hard to push a caravan up the incline and out onto the street. I wish someone would have filmed it. Come to think of it, there was a fridge out there too! Along with some remnants of some long forgotten Dogstock. What was a jungle has now been transformed into Bolton’s only purpose built outdoor live music space. And what a time it’s had! The Get Up Kids, Leatherface, some blinding SGG nights, Ginger Wildheart – some memories that’ll last for years. However please remember: ‘Don’t Be A Dick’


Of course it’s not only huge headline acts that grace the place. The Dog has always been a big supporter of local bands and local talent in general. It’s something that isn’t forgotten by the bands themselves with many who tour and charge large sums to play regularly returning to play i) usually for free and ii) at the drop of a hat (and hats get dropped let me tell you).

One of the biggest boosts the local music scene happened with the advent of the Bolton Music Collective which had it first meeting in a smoke filled back room of the pub in late 2003. Most Bolton bands, local music luminaries and an assortment of hanger-oners and weirdos were in the same room for the first time. Regular meetings were held, attendances grew, bank account/left handed cheque book was achieved and in no time gigs were being played everywhere around the town. This sudden surge woke the council up and with Paul ‘Yarkie’ Dean at the helm the first Bolton Music showcase was held at the Albert Hall in the summer of 2004. The success of this was repeated again in ’05 with 2006 seeing Leverhulme Park seeing some action. 


Over time the force of the BMC waned, the legendary BMC forum (geniouse) started to gather dust and smell a bit but the ‘damage’ was done – the music scene was brought together and the music scene was vibrant with the Dog, as it started, at the centre of it all.  

The natural replacement of the Bolton Music Showcase events has been Dogstock.
Dogstock predated the showcase and existed before Neil and Terry took the place over. Over the last few years it has REALLY flourished. The now 3 day fest takes pride of place around the second bank holiday in May. Over 700 people attended this years event making it one of the busiest and sort after mini festivals in the North West.


 But the stress! Frantic last minute meetings, bands dropping out at the last minute, “Where’s the fucking beer order?”, late night phone calls, fears that NOBODY will come, “Never EVER again”. It is, of course, always worth it.

When the bands aren’t playing we’re very lucky to have some a set of brilliant DJs to spin tunes that drag you up dancing. TRASH and Badvibes have been going from the early to mid 2000s with Liam, Fish, James and Kris joining after that. The music policy is varied and pretty much anything goes. But not everything as a few have found out to their cost. It happens very rarely but if Neil doesn’t like what’s ‘now playing’ he’ll pretty much go to every length to stop it. Welcome to Piper country. He is the law.


Two such examples: i) Daniel Brookes playing some tunes for the first time at the Dog. He sticks on a bit of Justin Timberlake. The next minute we’re plunged into darkness as Neil has cut the power at the fusebox. Power returns when an agreement has been struck that the offending song will not continue to be played.
ii) Ivan decides to chance his arm and stick on the latest Girls Aloud. The CD promptly is wrestled from the tray, taken into the kitchen and put in the microwave for 2 minutes.

There’s SO much more but I’m becoming aware that I’m going on. There’s not time to mention Robbo’s quizzes. I won a minute behind the bar which was unfortunately cut short as I went straight for the till. No mention of the Saturday afternoon club although Guy’s ‘films’ do shed some light on this. 


No mention of the rotation of lodgers (Kim, Whitter, Si, JC Crilly, Warman and the ever present Biggs). Indeed no mention of the wonderful barstaff who have put up with our drunken demands over this near decade. Ah well. Whatever memories you have put below or keep to yourself. I’m gonna sign off with a bit of write up I did of the Neil and Terry’s 2nd year anniversary that I found on a livejournal somewhere. It’ll probably take some deciphering.

“So it goes - sure it went

Neil and t at the dog celebrated the 2nd anniversary in fine style. Yeah illegally putting on bands prolly not much of a clever move (beautiful sentence construction) but it sure was a fun one.


It really was back to the old school. Playing in a pub (something we hardly ever do now) to a bunch of mates who, to be honest didn’t give a shit whether we were good bad or ugly. Usually all three……


We sidled into the d and p at 7. Just me and kim and lisa. that’s when I got my first Guinness.


Yes, my first of what was not to be my last.


I remember counting how many, a sure sign that you have had too many, when we hit 8. At this point the rest of the band were dribbing and drabbing in. the doors were to be locked at 9, keeping the mass in the pub and the stray and unfortunates well away. Usually at this point on a gig night talk would be of monitor levels and sound checkery non sense. Tonight though, this was pure in your face music. As raw as electrics can get. From the twatting arms of the guitarist through his choice of plank to the amp to your bleeding ears.


So the newds were first up. See em a coupla, but never really, um, listened. Should of done though. Finely crafted songs played to you will no frills. Top shit. Banged my head dancing though. Bastards! The sound clash continued with, and I use this term with added relish, metal titans displacement who really did blow a lot of people away that night. No the kinda stuff I’d listen too anymore but were immense (a compliment displacement axe wielder colin would latch onto us later that night). Fucking foisted upon us like a diet of molten lava and iron filings. More beer please. It still felt like a night out, well right up until the point some said that I should be onstage.


Playing a minions set these days can be a bit karaoke but considering I was concentrating on how to stay upright rather than on how to stay in tune and the innumerable other bollocks thought I have whilst spewing forth this ska filth, this was always gonna be much more that just another re-run.


I’ll level with you, I can’t really remember much, just a select few memories. Debuting two incredibly under rehearsed unfinished new songs (the witchdoctor rocked though), trying desperately in my addled state to dedicate something to neil and t and the fact that me ste tom and kim ended up playing ‘it came from the ska’ in the crowd. Fucking loved it. Brill.


Chillin out afterwards was bliss. Playing in your favourite drinking est. always makes that easier. We shared a coupla smokes upstairs with rose, biggs and neil and kimmy and I staggered home. I feel like shit but in a good way. Yes it is possible. Tonight, or yesterday should I say, made it possible.


Neil and terry, you knew anyways, but we salute you. Here’s to many more years doing bigger and better things. Oh yes.


M x”

Here’s to ten more years eh? We can but hope.

Oh shit! I’ve forgot to mention anything about the gig! Erm yeah. I’ll give you one line then a load of links: THIS IS ONE OF THE FINEST GIG LINE UPS OF THE YEAR. There.

FRIDAY
The Minions

Neuron No!

Pancho Ballard and the Banditos


SATURDAY
The Kiss Off

 Kings of the Delmar

To The Bones

How good is that!? Free in too!

Cheers Neil and Terry and I’ll see you Friday.



Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Cancelling Gigs

There’s nothing as empting, infuriating and annoying as having to cancel a gig. It truly fucks me off. Sometimes, and thankfully VERY rarely, we have no choice.

So with that in mind it’s with great regret that we have to pull this Fridays show which was to feature Nottingham’s finest purveyors of filth Arse Full Of Chips, Bolton’s own Roscoe and Danny Liptrott of Throwing Pandas.

It’s double fucking grim as the Arse, as I like to call em, were on the way up to sell their brand spanking new record ‘Lickadickaday’.

As way of penance I thought I bang a link which will take you to a place on the internet where you can buy it: http://arsefullofchipsonlinestore.bigcartel.com/product/arse-full-of-chips-new-album-lickadickaday-new-t-shirt-new-dvd-10-pre-order


Go do and again MANY apologies for everyone who was looking forward to what would have been a great night.

Check the gig list at the side for upcoming shows.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

29/10/11: The Ministry for Soul and Funk finally delivers


I’m not the biggest fan of covers bands.

It’s probably years of hearing Freebird / Don’t Believe A Word / Smoke On The Water ad infinitum at my local. Also they usually cost a fortune. Sorry if you’re in a covers band but it’s fucking true ;)

So after saying that, we’ve got a covers band on this weekend but forget the description above.

Northern Souls played their first gig at Dogstock. They filed onstage, plugged in and blew everyone else away. We’ve been trying to get ‘em back ever since but to now avail.

Until now.

Don’t be fooled by the name, you wont need to bring your talc (well not until later anyway), these lot play a killer mix of 60’s and 70’s funk and soul - kicking your arse until you shake it. Don’t believe me? Check these videos:



How to follow that? We’re letting Saturday night favourite Liam Maloney loose with his vast collection of Northern Soul (you can get your talc now), Funk and Soul vinyl. If anyone witnessed his killer set at SGG 3 years ago (and it does live in the memory if you were there) you know you’ll be in for a treat.

Did I mention it’s free entry? No.

It’s free entry.

No excuses.

See you there.


Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Badvibes - The Posters











God bless Badvibes. 
Is the night as good as the posters? Yes. See for yourself every other Friday. Check Dogan d'Partridges facebook for more details.

See more of Adams work at http://woodfarm.tumblr.com/

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

The View From The Moon

Taken from 23narchy.com


TIME ATTENDANT





PYE CORNER AUDIO





MOON WIRING CLUB





As fine an array of gadgets, gizmos and boxes of tricks as you'll find in any mad audio scientist's laboratory... (And some spare batteries, just in case!) 

Thursday, 22 September 2011

THE DOG AND PARTRIDGE SIGN DESIGN COMPETITION

J. Whitters old D and P sign (pictured above) has seen better days. It's been up there through rain, wind and snow (and the occasional sunny day) for nearly 7 years. Neil and Terry think its high time for a new design and we want you to have a crack.

PRIZE: A gallon of beer (in tokens - to be used at your leisure) as well as the main deal of your sign being put up outside the pub for all to see!

The winning design will be selected over December so the cut off point to get yours in is December the 1st.

Let your imagination run wild! Also have a go at doing a design ;)

To enter your design message a link to the Dog's Facebook account (links below), drop it off at the pub (and have a beer while you're there) or fax it to 01204 333333 

FACEBOOK GROUP: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=265225873499335
DOGMAIL: musicaldawg@hotmail.co.uk

Sunday, 18 September 2011

BREAKING: Moon Wiring Club 01/10/11

Some of us were hoping for a slowdown. Why? Because I'm shattered. Next thing you know everyone's getting excited about Moon Wiring Club. Again, why? Well Brooker will tell you why.


It is 7am and the year is 1974. You cannot sleep so you turn the dial on the TV and wait for the static to settle. A funny bearded man is writing complex equations and there's this strange music playing all the while, foggy in your barely-awake brain. And thirty-seven years later, even though you never understood the maths, the sound has not left your head.

It is this ability to plumb the hidden layers of the unconscious and suppressed thought that makes Moon Wiring Club such a force. It evokes the past but is not nostalgic. It is electronic music, yes, but that's not even half the story. The ticking and haunting and creeping sense of dread reach inside to areas that pure programming offers no access; familiarity being cruelly twisted in a hallucinatory kaleidoscope, your dreams being smashed with a hammer and pieced together again with cobwebs.


Who MWC actually are (or is) and where they (or him/her) are from is something of a mystery. How this strange, bewildering music is made is a conundrum too. Messages from the underground bunker MWC are holed up in make reference to everything being composed on a PS1, on the seminal game 'Music'. We here at the Dog & Partridge believe this is probably an entertaining fib and the outfit are trying to push people away from the 'how' and toward engagement on a deeper psychic level.

If this all sounds a bit Paul Morley, don't worry: it's fun! MWC might be partly to do with turning your childhood upside down, but in a way you can dance AND enjoy the spectacular visual display. Like the music suggests, video matter will be confined to the weird, the wonky, the darkly-remembered avenues of the cerebral cortex. With trembling lights and a fine-tuned soundsystem to best convey this sensory hijack, don't be surprised if you emerge with your DNA changed.


Yes, I know. I'd probably want to get a ticket too if I hadn't already got mine. Where from? Here from:  http://theeveningeconomies.bigcartel.com/product/moon-wiring-club-live-in-bolton-1-10-11

Thursday, 15 September 2011

More from Ginger

Not filmed by my good self but someone else. Here's a whole bunch more from the Ginger gig at the Dog a couple of months back (I'm not able to put the vids on here but click HERE and it should take you where you need to be).

Be good ;)

Friday Oct 28th: How loud can a gig be?

HOW LOUD CAN A GIG BE!?

10 LOUD!? No!

11 LOUD THAT'S HOW!!!

The Kiss Off could be celebrating their 10 year anniversary. Or they might not be. WHO CARES! This is only their second Bolton gig this year. Come any stroke them with your eyes! Horror! Violence! Noise! Hairy Bass player! The Kiss Off are a rock n' roll band!

Princess Die will be launching there fabulous 'Muckhouse' album on this night. 20 minutes of sheer Belmcore (!) joy. Blink and you'll miss em. SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BLINKING!


Ooh Baby Yeah! have set fire to everything to everything that moves this year. Coming back after their celebrated support slot with Our Fold to spray you holes with musical spunk (sorry). Watch the drummer! Point at the bass played! DON'T SAY the singer looks like he should be in Bros!

FREE FREE FREE with TRASH DJ's afterward till fucking late.


FB group: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=151435601613671 

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

LOUSIE DISTRAS, Wayne Lost Soul and Chris Evans


Ah, it’s like a hurricane has hit.

The last two months have been massive round these parts. You look around the place and mental pictures float back. Ginger, Willie Dowling and friends stood in the small room in front of the posters. Frankie Stubbs sat on the steps at the side of the stage smiling after the Leatherfaces killer performance. The six fucking deep queue at the bar most of the evening at OurFold. The dance floor filled with people hugging saying “I haven’t seen you in years!” at the Hawthorns Weekender and last night Louise Distras stood stage front silhouetted by the lights banging out tune after tune.

Lou got the full Bolton experience. Kipping over at the Dog, staying up till light chewing the fat, nipping downstairs to help out after some CUNT smashed the front window AGAIN and then being woken up by The Managers rocking up and rehearsing downstairs Sunday style. We’ve ALL been there :)

Ah, Lou. You’re welcome back anytime chuck.

Pics and vid (not yet!) below.



 
Cheers to Jeff Dawson for the pics.