Panic on the streets of London! The Star and Garter's revered-in-Manchester-among-people-who-like-that-sort-of-thing Smiths Disco has a challenger for the title of place in town you're most likely to meet a pale girl in pearls who has the words to English Blood, Irish Heart tattooed on her thigh.
(For those who haven't been, it's an ecstatic group singalong rather than a disco - Of course you can't really dance to a Smiths song; it's more a matter of bobbing around either archly or despondently as the song requires.)
Young upstart "Malajusted" bills itself as a new Morrissey/Smiths night on the third Thursday of the Month. Unfortunately, it's at Overdraught, which is a bit shit, and definitely can't compete with the pitch-perfect shabbiness of the upstairs room at the S & G, where the Smiths disco is held the first Friday of the month. Or can it? Maybe we should organise a showdown. God, could you imagine that?
2 comments:
I must protest your claim that one 'can't really dance to a Smiths song'! Granted the disco doesn't always quite have the choreography of a Busby Berkeley, but get 'Reel Around the Fountain' on and I'll be twirling and gamboling all over the shop.
I stand corrected, Tom. Twirling and gamboling indeed!
Maybe what I should have said was:
"I can't really dance to a Smiths song."
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