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Day: 16 November 2011

Football and ‘The Big Society’.

Britain’s football family could offer a rare example of Prime Minister David Cameron’s Big Society idea in action.
That was the consensus at a Conservative Party conference fringe meeting – “Football and the Big Society” – held at Manchester Grammar School last week.

Over 50 people attended the forum, including Jesse Norman – author of ‘The Big Society’- alongside numerous representatives of the FA and fans groups to discuss the much maligned concept of ‘The Big Society’, and how football offers a key example of how it can work.

Remarkably, with the London Olympics just 10 months away, the forum was the only event to cover sport throughout the three week party conference season – which in itself is a sad indictment of current political priorities.

This apparent lack of political attention and support for sport – particularly at grassroots level – was a key issue for a number of panellists. Jim White – Daily Telegraph columnist and author of the highly regarded ‘You’ll Win Nothing with Kids’ – was particularly vehement in his criticism of the facilities available for young footballers nationwide. Tracy Crouch, MP for Chatham and Aylesford and an FA qualified coach also lamented the state of the infrastructure available in amateur football.

An overriding theme throughout the forum was the idea that the ‘Big Society’ is an intrinsic part of football’s make up, whatever the level. The ‘Big Society’ is the concept of the social contract between society and the state, and the institutions – sporting or otherwise – which link the two.

Tom Hall, head of policy and development at Supporters Direct, a group campaigning for ‘…the wider recognition of the social, cultural and economic value of sports clubs’, argued that whilst football at the top level may reflect a lot of society’s ills, it also presents a pertinent example of the ‘Big Society’ in action – especially the huge volunteer and community involvement in amateur football.

Whilst the panel gave a lot of credence to community-level football, there was also keen debate on the state of domestic top-flight football – particularly the growing disenchantment of football fans as they become increasingly alienated by commercialised clubs. Sandip Jobanputra, a member of the Manchester United Supporters Trust – M.U.S.T – talked of a desire for fans to become en-franchised in their football clubs, believing the energy and passion they would put into running their club would far surpass that of plutocrat owners.

Whilst this is clear, especially in the case of Manchester United and their crippling Glazer ownership, Norman – MP for Hereford and South Herefordshire – argued that much sort after government intervention to regulate the ownership of football clubs would be politically unrealistic given the expenditure owners often make to procure their assets.

Whilst Robert Sullivan, the Football Association’s head of Social Affairs, championed the numerous schemes the FA have deployed to stimulate grassroots football, the overriding feeling from the panel and audience was that football needs to embrace the concept of the ‘Big Society’ before the game is lost to its audience forever.

Live: The Antlers

14th November 2011

Sound Control

8/10

A gulf between critical acclaim and commercial success is hardly anything new – it’s something that dates back to the very origins of rock music – but it’s certainly neatly underlined tonight at Sound Control. The Antlers, who have this year received an incredibly positive response to their fourth record Burst Apart, have nevertheless failed to sell out a 500-capacity venue; all the more fortunate, then, are those who have turned up to witness an intimate performance from the Brooklyn band. They open with the new record’s curveball, ‘Parentheses’, all shimmering drums and abstract vocals, lulling the less-acquainted into a false sense of security; the rest of the set is an emotional maelstrom designed to snare even the most cynical of hearts.

The Antlers’ last LP, 2009’s Hospice, is a concept album based around the idea of terminal illness as a metaphor for a faltering relationship; evidently, this is not a group averse to tugging heavily on the heartstrings, and tonight’s Burst Apart-heavy setlist confirms it; the brutally-honest ‘French Exit’ – ‘every time we speak /you are spitting in my mouth’, and desolate ‘Hounds’ serving as prime examples. Special mention should go to the utterly gorgeous ‘Corsicana’ – all haunting guitars and yearning vocals, it’s as beautiful a song as I’ve heard all year, and the crowd stays commendably, perhaps obligatorily, silent throughout.

Wonderfully wistful set closer ‘Putting the Dog to Sleep’ spearheads the charge for an encore, and it’s provided obligatorily with Burst Apart standout ‘I Don’t Want Love’, and rounded off perfectly by Hospice’s ‘Epilogue’, a slow, searing reflection on ‘getting over’ a relationship. The thoroughly-deserved record sales and sold-out shows are yet to come; for now, The Antlers will have to make do with spending their evenings playing to utterly devoted crowds, however modest they might be.

The Antlers – Putting the Dog to Sleep

Live: Dum Dum Girls

13th November 2011

FAC251 The Factory

7/10

There’s an old, corny idea that ‘music brings the people together’. Tonight’s performance from Dum Dum Girls lends it a little credence. After all, what else would bring four ladies from all corners of the United States – New York, Texas and California included – to Manchester on a damp November evening?

As foreign as the band’s background might be, sonically they’re rooted pretty deeply in the sort of sound that, in the eighties and nineties, made Manchester the centre of the music universe. Opener ‘He Gets Me High’ is dominated by the same kind of wailing guitar that underscored The Verve’s A Storm in Heaven, and the slew of tracks that follow from last year’s debut LP I Will Be, all full of scuzzy guitars and lo-fi vocals, achieve the rare feat of recalling Joy Division in a manner that isn’t jarringly obvious.
Tonight’s real highlight, however, is a first UK airing of material from September’s Only in Dreams, the first full record recorded by the band (previous efforts were all the doing of frontwoman Dee Dee Penny). It’s possibly 2011’s most perfect pop record; the gorgeous harmonies of ‘Bedroom Eyes’ and bouncy melodies of ‘Heartbeat’ strike an ideal balance between Britpop guitar work and 60s girl-group vocals.
Mid-set, Dee Dee professes that “Manchester’s our favourite place to play in the UK”; there’s certainly a north-western influence, when you consider the recurring blend of simple guitar parts that come out of the speakers sounding huge – a la Stone Roses – and the Beatles-esque lyrical simplicity on tracks like ‘Hold Your Hand’. Fittingly, the main set closes with a stirring cover of ‘There Is a Light That Never Goes Out’, before the yearning ‘Coming Down’ comprises the encore; tonight, the ‘Factory’ finally shows a bit of respect for its heritage.

Dum Dum Girls – Only In Dreams (full album stream)

Habeas Vile

Two stars out of five

Habeas Corpus opened promisingly, Ciaran Bagnall’s stage immediately transported the audience to 1970’s Brighton through the row of colourful beach huts that lined it, giving a nostalgic sense of beach-time holidays of days gone by that would certainly have appealed to what was a slightly elder audience. These beach huts would frequently open to reveal the comic onstage organist, played by Howard Crossley, whose jovial, sing-a-long opening prepared the audience for Bennett’s light hearted farce, while practically, the huts allowed for the characters to quickly appear and disappear, giving the piece the pace that was needed for a play so focused on constant misunderstandings and misinterpretations of every character. Sadly the optimism amongst the audience created by this clever opening was quickly abated.

The actors did little to emphasise that this was a wittier take on a farce, ignoring the power that Bennett’s puns and soliloquies would usually give to the piece, and instead creating what was a hugely uncomfortable piece of theatre. The acting was inconsistent and more often than not, completely unbelievable. Rob Edwards, playing the sex-obsessed Arthur Wicksteed changed in an instant from the preying doctor to the philosophising elder man without any explanation, and very little understanding from the audience. Similarly Paula Jennings, playing the alluring Felicity Rumpers, gave no life or credibility to her role, making the character seem entirely two-dimensional. While the programme claimed that this is a play that ‘faces up squarely to the inevitables of birth, life, decay and death’, this production seemed to completely ignore these subtleties within the text, instead focusing on a world of middle class, sex starved mania, in which women can only be seen as sexual objects and men as their predators.

Aside from the set, the only element that managed to save the play in any way was the character of Mrs Swabb, played by Russel Dixon. In this character Dixon managed, where the other actors had not, to find a balance between reality and comedy, creating the only truly hilarious character in the play. Unfortunately this one great character could not carry the entire play, and the simplistic interpretation, over exaggerated and unbelievable acting and failure to connect with the audience make this performance of Habeas Corpus one to avoid.

Habeas Corpus ran at the Bolton Octagon between 20th October and 12th November.

 

Live: The Darkness @ Academy 1

The Darkness
Academy 1
13th November
5 stars

With the likes of X-Factor bad man, Frankie Coccoza, being brandished as a ‘Rock N Roll’ figure, the world is in desperate need of some proper rock icons. Luckily a couple of blokes from Lowestoft have donned their cat suits once again to save our musically impoverished souls. With support from Crown Jewel Defence and the spectacularly weird, but wonderful Foxy Shazam, The Darkness are announcing their revival in style.

Kicking off proceedings with the rifftastic ‘Black Shuck’, The Darkness showed the sought of classic rock n roll spirit that first caught our eye back in 2000. Never being a band ashamed of their glam rock heritage, they came onto the stage in typically extravagant fashion, with front man Justin Hawkins emerging from a huge cage containing drummer Ed Graham. As they blasted through classics from their black catalogue, we were treated to tracks from their album which is set to be released in April next year. An undoubted highlight came from the sought of timely ‘Christmas Time’, which can’t help but a raise a smile, and a brilliant version of Queen’s ‘Tie Your Mother Down’.

Despite having a wealth of great live material the night was really building up to that song, and when it came it didn’t disappoint. The Darkness attracts teenagers looking to find a band with real substance, as well as tickling the fancy of older guys who hear the strains of Thin Lizzy in the songs. Whether they’ll ever be taken seriously, especially now that Justin is sporting a rather fine musketeer’s moustache, I don’t know, but they certainly are adept at their craft and offer a great alternative to limp R&B and chart music. With the previous troubles behind them, The Darkness are back and hopefully for a lot longer this time.

The Darkness – Get Your Hands Off My Woman (live)

The Darkness – Black Shuck (live)

Connacht make Heineken Cup debut

With Munster and Leinster securing Heineken Cup victory twice each in the last six years, it’s safe to say Irish domestic rugby’s star is consistently on the rise. Munster have been European heavyweights for much of the last decade – and with players of the ilk of O’Driscoll, D’Arcy and Johnny Sexton – it was only a matter of time before Leinster joined them. Indeed, even Ulster have enjoyed somewhat of a renaissance after reaching the quarter-final stage last season.

Yet as a Sexton master class saw Northampton outgunned in this year’s final, the cheers could be heard out in Galway – not just Dublin – as Leinster’s victory paved the way for Ireland’s junior provincial side, Connacht, to make their first foray into European Club rugby’s premier competition.

It has taken sixteen years of trying but finally the side from Ireland’s wild, windy West have their chance to slug it out with Europe’s finest. It serves as a remarkable achievement for a club who in comparison to their rivals are extremely limited in finances and fan base – and also presents an outstanding opportunity for Connacht to cement themselves as a familiar name on the continent.

The prospect of Heineken Cup rugby may even enable them to hold onto their best talents – the likes of Sean Cronin and Paul Warwick have been lured by bigger sides in recent years. The inevitable loss of their finest players means Connacht’s squad is an eclectic mix of home-groan starlets, such as Tiernan O’Halloran, club veterans like John Muldoon and Michael Swift, and the occasional international in Johnny O’Connor and talisman Gavin Duffy.

Led by club legend Eric Ellwood, Connacht headed into their first game – away at Harlequins – with the all too familiar title of plucky underdogs.

The two sides clashed in last year’s Amlin Cup, with Harlequins subjecting the men in green to two tight defeats. The English side were also enjoying a club record-equalling start to the season after ten consecutive victories.

With this, there was an air of inevitability about Connacht’s 25-17 loss at the Stoop. In an intense, physical battle, Connacht outscored ‘Quins by two tries to one and dominated for much of the game – but the boot of Nick Evans proved to be the difference between the sides.

Yet despite the loss, it was a positive debut for Connacht.

They now prepare to welcome the aristocrats of European rugby – the mighty Toulouse – to the humble Galway Sportsground.

The French giants may have four European Cups under their belts – but not even they will fancy the trip west.

Album: Future of the Left – Polymers Are Forever

Future of the Left
Polymers are Forever EP
Xtra Mile Recordings
4 stars

It seems to be the done thing when reviewing a Future of the Left release to make some reference to front man Andy ‘Falco’ Falkous’s lyrics. Although not the band’s only selling point (they make cracking songs too), Falkous’s often bizarre but always entertainingly witty and sarcastic story-telling comes as a breath of fresh air at a time when the vast majority of today’s radio-friendly, chart-topping material is, comparably, a bit dull on the lyrical front. The band’s latest offering is certainly no exception, with lines such as ‘their daughter had his laugh but not his smokers cough, it must have been the lack of tar in heroin’ and ‘I am skiing backwards through Kelvin Mackenzie’s garden in the summer’ providing as good an example as any of what makes this band so special.

And there’s plenty more where that came from. The Polymers Are Forever EP serves as 21 minutes of evidence that this criminally, yet consistently, overlooked British outfit still know how to produce some of the most gutsy and infectious rock music around today. This will come as some relief to die-hard fans, who may have feared the worst after a major re-shuffle of band members since their most recent LP, including the departure of co-front man and bassist Kelson Mathias. Whether this will have a detrimental effect on the band’s live experience, in which the inter-song exchange of playful insults between Mathias and Falkous provided almost as much entertainment as the music itself, remains to be seen. Regardless, the six tracks on offer here more than whet the appetite for the release of new LP The Plot Against Common Sense, due early next year.

Future of the Left – Polymers are Forever

Fergie’s Best XI.

Goalkeeper – Peter Schmeichel – The Great Dane. Signed in 1991 for £530,000 – the ‘Bargain of the Century’.

Right back – Gary Neville – ‘Red Nev’. Part of the ‘Class of ‘92’

Centre-half – Rio Ferdinand – Made shackling the world’s best look effortless. Unbeatable at his peak.

Centre-half – Jaap Stam – Defensive rock on which United’s treble success was built.

Left back – Denis Irwin – Ever dependable penalty taking full-back.

Right Midfield – Cristiano Ronaldo – Gave a flummoxed Gary Neville the run around in a pre-season friendly. Soon became League’s best.

Central Midfield – Paul Scholes – The best and most gifted midfielder of his generation.

Central Midfield – Roy Keane (c) – United’s talisman and inspiration – his performance against Juventus in the 1999 European Cup second-leg was one of the greatest.

Left Midfield- Ryan Giggs – The boy wonder is now Old Trafford’s elder statesman and the most decorated player in domestic football.

Centre Forward- Ruud Van Nistelrooy – 150 goals in 220 appearances. The club’s highest goal scorer in Europe.

Centre Forward – Eric Cantona – A rebellious, enigmatic, genius. Known simply as ‘God’.

Substitutes – Edwin Van Der Sar, Nemanja Vidic, Patrice Evra, Bryan Robson, David Beckham, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, Andy Cole.

Sir Alex Ferguson – one of a kind.

I’m used to listening to my friends regale me with tales of their football club’s managerial woes. Whether it’s O’Neill in or Hodgson out, the twisted world of modern football doesn’t appear to lend itself to stability.

One minute my pal’s beloved Sheffield Wednesday are Alan Irvine’s blue and white army, the next minute they’re Gary Megson’s barmy army. If I supported Middlesbrough I’d still only be recovering from Gordon Strachan’s time in charge and if the misfortune of being a Leicester city fan was bestowed upon me I wouldn’t have a clue if my team would even have a manager in the morning – never mind who it might be. Even if I supported the filthy rich Chelsea my head would still be spinning from a post-Mourinho hangover and legion of pretenders who have failed to fit the special one’s crown.

Not many football fans can say they’ve only ever known their club to have one manager. My mate who follows Crewe Alexandra, if he’s not too busy painting ‘Gradi Out’ on an industrial sized bed-sheet, has been a rare recipient of a lifetime of managerial consistency. Most Arsenal fans of our generation were too busy rolling around in nappies to know who George Graham was and have been weaned on a diet of Arsene Wenger.

Yet nobody has been afforded the privilege Manchester United fans of our vintage have enjoyed.

For 25 years Sir Alex Ferguson has been the only man to roll with the punches on football’s journey from the murky, hooligan-ridden late eighties to the corporate, prawn sandwich-munching 21st Century.

For 25 years he has adapted and thrived in front of an ever-changing backdrop, cultivating one of football’s greatest dynasties.

A European Cup Winner’s Cup winner with Aberdeen, in 1986 Ferguson moved to a Manchester United far removed from the global brand it is today. A sleeping giant, United fans had become accustomed to mid-table mediocrity, looking enviously down the East-Lancs road as bitter rivals Liverpool cleaned up the silverware.

After a rocky start – the type that wouldn’t be afforded today – the first trophy was finally clinched, the 1990 FA Cup. The Cup Winner’s Cup followed a year later and the juggernaut was picking up pace.

The signing of Eric Cantona was the final piece in a puzzle six years in the making as ‘Dieu’ inspired United to their first league title for 26 years.

In the 19 years that have passed United have won the league 12 more times and are now the most decorated club in domestic football.

He’s ‘knocked the scousers off their perch’, won the battle for supremacy with Wenger’s Arsenal and seen off Abramovich’s new age Chelsea – all whilst keeping faith in a policy of youthful verve and attacking football – an ideology ingrained within the club.

And now, as he fast approaches 70 years of age, he is faced with the task of taming Barcelona and seeing of a revolution at Manchester City before it can properly begin. It’s a challenge he’ll relish.

Sunday the 6th of November saw him bring in his Silver Anniversary as manager of Manchester United Football Club. As he made his way to the Old Trafford centre circle before the game against Sunderland, the old terrace he first stood before 25 years ago sat proudly with its new name – The Sir Alex Ferguson stand.

It was a fitting tribute for a feat that is unlikely to be repeated.

Album: Atlas Sound – Parallax

Atlas Sound
Parallax
4AD
4 stars

Bradford Cox’s third solo effort sees the Deerhunter frontman strike out into unusual territory, with pleasing results. The album artwork shows the Atlanta-based songsmith evoking a bygone age of crooners, posing in silhouette with a vintage microphone, and Parallax lives up to this surprising change of direction. Indeed, the album manages to retain the creative edge which earned Cox his reputation as an experimentalist while also functioning as a nuanced, intelligent pop record.

Perhaps the most startling aspect of Parallax is the impressive balance struck between Cox’s frequently despairing lyrics, possibly influenced by his recent nervous breakdown while touring with Deerhunter, and uplifting melodies. ‘Te Amo’, for example, features the lyrics “when you’re down, you’re always down”, but is lightened by delicate percussion and piano loops. The title track, also issued as the lead single, offsets the refrain “your pain, is probably equal” with bright guitar work. Cox’s vocals, while sometimes lacking in range, complement the music well, particularly on the outstanding ‘Angel is Broken’.

The well-structured album only stumbles when Cox occasionally reverts to the tired piano-and-reverb formula which has enjoyed great popularity of late. Mid-album track ‘Mona Lisa’, an unashamedly simple jangle-pop number, seems a blessed relief after the rather stodgy ‘Modern Aquatic Lovesongs’.

However, Parallax remains a focussed and inventive album in a year when such records seem an increasingly rare commodity. Against a raft of beach-rock clones, the Southern recluse has crafted a wonderfully beguiling and sensitive record. Moreover, Cox’s burgeoning pop sensibilities mean this album works as an ideal introduction to a musician of considerable talent.

Atlas Sound – Te Amo

Atlas Sound – Parallax

Football and ‘The Big Society’

Britain’s football family could offer a rare example of Prime Minister David Cameron’s Big Society idea in action.

That was the consensus at a Conservative Party conference fringe meeting – “Football and the Big Society” – held at Manchester Grammar School last week.

Over 50 people attended the forum, including Jesse Norman – author of ‘The Big Society’- alongside numerous representatives of the FA and fans groups to discuss the much maligned concept of ‘The Big Society’, and how football offers a key example of how it can work.

Remarkably, with the London Olympics just 10 months away, the forum was the only event to cover sport throughout the three week party conference season – which in itself is a sad indictment of current political priorities.

This apparent lack of political attention and support for sport – particularly at grassroots level – was a key issue for a number of panellists. Jim White – Daily Telegraph columnist and author of the highly regarded ‘You’ll Win Nothing with Kids’ – was particularly vehement in his criticism of the facilities available for young footballers nationwide. Tracy Crouch, MP for Chatham and Aylesford and an FA qualified coach also lamented the state of the infrastructure available in amateur football.

An overriding theme throughout the forum was the idea that the ‘Big Society’ is an intrinsic part of football’s make up, whatever the level. The ‘Big Society’ is the concept of the social contract between society and the state, and the institutions – sporting or otherwise – which link the two.

Tom Hall, head of policy and development at Supporters Direct, a group campaigning for ‘…the wider recognition of the social, cultural and economic value of sports clubs’, argued that whilst football at the top level may reflect a lot of society’s ills, it also presents a pertinent example of the ‘Big Society’ in action – especially the huge volunteer and community involvement in amateur football.

Whilst the panel gave a lot of credence to community-level football, there was also keen debate on the state of domestic top-flight football – particularly the growing disenchantment of football fans as they become increasingly alienated by commercialised clubs. Sandip Jobanputra, a member of the Manchester United Supporters Trust – M.U.S.T – talked of a desire for fans to become en-franchised in their football clubs, believing the energy and passion they would put into running their club would far surpass that of plutocrat owners.

Whilst this is clear, especially in the case of Manchester United and their crippling Glazer ownership, Norman – MP for Hereford and South Herefordshire – argued that much sort after government intervention to regulate the ownership of football clubs would be politically unrealistic given the expenditure owners often make to procure their assets.

Whilst Robert Sullivan, the Football Association’s head of Social Affairs, championed the numerous schemes the FA have deployed to stimulate grassroots football, the overriding feeling from the panel and audience was that football needs to embrace the concept of the ‘Big Society’ before the game is lost to its audience forever.

Lancashire claim championship to end 77 years of pain.

When Lancashire last lifted cricket’s County Championship way back in 1934 Franklin Roosevelt held the presidency of the United States, George V was the King of England and Adolf Hitler became Germany’s head of state.

Fast forward to 2011 and whilst Das Fuhrer is long gone Lancashire are celebrating being crowned as County Champions once more.

Victory over Somerset in the final session of the season’s final day saw Lancashire finally end a 77 year title drought, lifting a hoodoo many thought would cling to the County forever.

Throughout the last 77 years Lancashire’s squads have been littered with stars, from the home-grown likes of Pilling, Lever, Allott, Fairbrother, Atherton, and Flintoff – to overseas imports Engineer, Lloyd, Akram, Muralitharan, Law and Hooper.

Yet for all the one-day successes and trophies Lancashire’s stars achieved – plus a shared Championship with Surrey in 1950 – none of these illustrious names could ever call themselves County Champions. Lancashire, it seemed, were destined to be forever the bridesmaids.

This year however, everything fell into place. Playing away from their Old Trafford home – which is currently under major redevelopment – Lancashire won ten and drew two of their 16 games, pipping Warwickshire at the last.

There is a brilliant irony in that – on paper at least – it was one of Lancashire’s least glamorous sides which finally broke through the 77 year wall. The team which beat Somerset on the closing day boasted only a single International cap – and a large contingent of the young squad hail locally, from Blackpool to Chorley and Bury to Preston- a lack of heavyweight names which seemed to benefit rather than burden the side.

It was also a vindication of a policy of promoting youth – a policy which Lancashire, hamstrung by finances in a year in which legal fees nearly bankrupted the club – were somewhat forced into. Unable to afford an overseas professional after Farveez Maharoof departed to join the Sri Lanka squad they promoted a string of home-grown players and reaped the rewards – perhaps a lesson for other counties in the financially restricted arena of domestic cricket.

Throughout the season there were a number of standout performances. But for all the sporadic moments of individual brilliance – whether it was Gary Keedy’s haul of 60 wickets at an average of 23, Kyle Hogg’s 50 wickets and vital lower order runs, Simon Kerrigan’s 9-51 against Hampshire which kept Lancastrian dreams alive or Glenn Chapple steaming into bowl against Somerset despite a torn hamstring – this was a team victory.

It was arguably no coincidence that Lancashire finally won the title in the year they were playing away from Old Trafford. Historically haunted by the Mancunian weather Lancashire thrived at their temporary home at Aigburth, Liverpool, where the wickets provided lent themselves to results rather than drawn matches.

Next year, Lancashire return to their famous old ground- and somewhere in the grand pavilion the Championship pennant will proudly hang once again.

How long they’ll have to wait for another title remains to be seen, but it’s doubtful Lancashire fans will be suffering until 2088.

England’s Indian Summer

England’s victory in the 2005 Ashes series was breath-taking, captivating – the product of six years of the rebuilding and rejuvenation of English cricket.

A triumvirate of Duncan Fletcher, Nasser Hussain and Michael Vaughan oversaw a process which helped drag England from test cricket’s gutter – the sensational defeat of Australia a far cry from the 1999 loss to New Zealand which saw them propping up the ICC test rankings.

Yet rather than being a catalyst for dominance, victory over Australia was the swansong of a side soon to fall apart. Loss of form and injury ripped out the soul of the team, and what followed was the nadir moment of an Ashes series whitewash defeat in the winter of 2006.

So, the rebuilding process started again – and after a calamitous interjection which saw Peter Moores and Kevin Pietersen flounder as coach and captain – Andy Flower and Andrew Strauss have overseen one of the finest periods in England’s test history.

Under Flower and Strauss, England have won eight and drawn one of their last nine test series – including Ashes successes both home and away against Australia. Total domination – culminating in this summer’s thrashing of India- has seen them soar up the world rankings to number one.

India had arrived in England as the world’s best. They left not only without that mantle, but also with little pride intact. Whilst Indian hopes were hindered by the loss of star bowler Zaheer Khan to injury, only Rahul Dravid rose above and produced beyond the abysmal dross India served up all summer.

Yet this shouldn’t take away from England’s victory. For whilst India were woeful, England were majestic.
The scale of England’s achievement should not be underestimated. Not only did they reach the number one spot by beating the supposed best team in the world, it was also only the seventh time in Test match history there has been a whitewash in a series of four games or more.

It was a team performance of the highest calibre. At some stage nearly every individual made a significant contribution – there are no passengers in this England side. The batsmen consistently posted unassailable first innings scores, the bowlers took 20 wickets in every game and only once did they allow India’s batsmen to eclipse 300 runs.

Individually, Kevin Pietersen, Ian Bell and Stuart Broad were England’s outstanding performers – Pietersen and Bell amassing over a thousand runs between them, Broad’s Trent Bridge hat trick the series’ champagne moment.

Under Strauss and Flower England have developed a winning mentality akin to the Australia of McGrath, Warne et al. They head to the sub-continent this winter as the world’s best, confident that unlike 2005 this is the start of a legacy, not the end.

Northern Ireland’s Golden Year.

The 2011 major calendar was bookended by disappointment – Rory McIlroy’s capitulation from a seemingly impregnable position in the US Masters and Keegan Bradley’s play-off victory in the USPGA – but in-between came two moments to savour.

The year’s opening major – The Masters – was won by South African Charles Schwartzel, but it was Mcilroy who made the headlines at Augusta. The young Belfast man went from the sublime to the ridiculous, storming to -12 over his opening three rounds only to see his four shot lead disintegrate after a final round 80. In contrast tournament winner Schwartzel finished his weekend with a stunning 66 – including four birdies in the final four holes – holding off Australians Jason Day and Adam Scott, as well as a resurgent Tiger Woods, in the process.

The headlines focused on McIlroy however, and whether at the age of 21 he possessed the mental resilience to match his precocious talent.

Yet two months later at Congressional Country Club, McIlroy became the youngest winner of the US Open since 1923, smashing records and silencing doubters in the process. Memories of his Masters meltdown were banished as rounds of 65, 66, 68 and 69 saw him romp home eight shots clear of the field – his final score of -16 the lowest in tournament history.

Hyperbole followed, as golf’s poster boy – the new Tiger Woods – was lauded from Holywood Northern Ireland to Hollywood California.

But it was another, rather unlikely, Northern Irishman who stunned the galleries at the British Open. Royal St. George’s, in England’s Deep South (a 600 mile round trip for this intrepid, slightly stupid, reporter) was wet and wild – undulating, windy and a far cry from the pristine conditions at Congressional McIlroy revelled in. It proved however the perfect stage for Darren Clarke – almost twice the age of his compatriot – to win his maiden major championship.
Clarke – one of golf’s most likeable characters – was playing in his 20th Open championship, and his final score of -5 saw him fend off Americans Dustin Johnson and Phil Mickleson to become the first man from the home nations to lift the Claret Jug since Paul Lawrie in 1999.

The image of Clarke sitting proudly with the famous old trophy and a pint of Guinness epitomised the spirit of golf’s most famous tournament – his victory the perfect tribute in a week the sport’s great and good gathered to pay homage to the late Seve Ballesteros.

The year’s closing major, the USPGA, was dominated by America – Bradley defeating Jason Duffner at Atlanta in a three hole play-off – Luke Donald and Lee Westwood the only British interest finishing five shots off the leaders at -3.
But this couldn’t dampen another fine, fairytale year for domestic golf, as Northern Irishmen old and new illuminated the world stage.

Why do we have a ‘Solidarity with the Arab Spring’ week?

Ghalia Albarazi

On the 14th-18th November 2011, UMSU’s campaign week will be dedicated to the Middle East and North Africa. The aim of the week is to raise awareness of what is happening in that region and an excuse to fundraise for this cause. But why should we care?

Last semester, a motion was passed at a General Meeting in Solidarity with the Arab Spring. This came after Bahraini students at the university had their scholarships stopped by their Government back home for not supporting the regime. From this case alone, it is clear that what is happening in those regions is affecting our students here. And this is the direct response we see; this doesn’t include the international and home students whose families and friends back home have been directly affected by what has been going on in that region.

But still, why should we care? Not only is this affecting many students on campus, but it is interesting to note that many of the revolutions we are currently seeing in the news were started off by youth movements; many of them university students.

Tired of the corruption and injustice that they see and live with on an every day basis, the youth in these countries have stood up and want their voices heard. Many students have died as a result of their peaceful protesting whilst others have been tortured, detained or displaced, just for standing up. As students, as free thinkers and as humans, the least we can do for our fellow human beings is to stand in solidarity with them. Will you stand with them?

Manchester’s “Gorgeous” flash mob tops 7,000 views in 3 days

By Tithi Singh

 

PieBoy Clothing along with Manchester Entrepreneurs have collaborated to create one of the most viral and “gorgeous” videos to hit the University of Manchester campus in recent years.

While looking for more creative ways to promote the Manchester beanie, PieBoy Clothing founder Andrew Jervis got friend and professional busker, Danny Harrison involved in a project to promote the brand. “We wanted to create a viral that would promote the brand yet still put a smile on peoples faces”

With in a few days of starting to film for the project Manchester Entrepreneurs President Stan Reinholds and Vice President Andrew decided that the project would be a perfect showcase of the fantastic work that Manchester Entrepreneurs does in promoting student enterprise on campus. With the assistance of Manchester Metropolitans MAD Foundry (Marketing Society), the Hip Hop society and IceBox designs a team of crackpot entrepreneurs, marketer’s, video producers, break dancers and digital experts came together to create the movie and push it out.

With over 7000 unique views in the first 3 days on Youtube the viral flash mob has been a resounding success. Andrew commented “Its been a really exciting journey. To think how far we’ve come and with so many talented people is amazing. We didn’t expect anything this big to happen when we dreamt up the concept over a pint several weeks ago but it just goes to show if you put your mind to it, you can achieve so much!

If you haven’t sent Manchester’s Gorgeous Girl yet you can catch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6mUou_Zu4w

As Palestinians take the long road…

Union Feature

Last year the University of Manchester Students’ Union mandated The Mancunion to feature the stories of students at An-Najah University, which our students’ union is twinned with. The aim of this is to show the everyday experiences of students in Palestine.

By Lama Mansour

There is a story and a long road that every student in Palestine goes through to reach university.

This challenge is not only academic. Of course, students have to work hard in high school in order to be accepted and then double their efforts in the university as all students in the world must do, but this is only one part of the challenge.

In Palestine, the situation is different because of the Israeli occupation.

First, merely getting to school every morning can be a major challenge for Palestinian students, especially if they come from areas far from university.

Movement between cities and villages in Palestine is not a free and guaranteed right.  Any traveler may be stopped by Israeli mobile checkpoints for ID and vehicle inspections. This alone can wreak havoc for students who have fixed class and exam schedules. Not knowing what time they will make it to their classes is a daily concern that they are forced to deal with. During the second Intifada, students had to stop at checkpoints for long periods of time and had to deal with delays daily. Although the situation has calmed down now, there is always a chance that a checkpoint could be reestablished at any time. Keeping this in mind, students still leave for university very early to avoid surprises. My university is 25 minutes away my home, but I still leave at least an hour before my first class to make sure I get there on time.

Even worse, making it to the university is not guaranteed as those checkpoints might block off the roads for hours or even days. When there is a completely closure, the only option for students is to go back home. However, sometimes returning home is not even an option as Israeli soldiers at checkpoints regularly take students’ IDs, keep them waiting for an indefinite time, and then in most cases release them hours later without any explanation for the detention.

As a result, missed classes and exams and repetition of semesters because of involuntary absences are a part of Palestinian university students’ lives.

“How hard was it for you to get to school today?” is often the first question that is asked as we meet for a morning coffee.  On the days that Israel imposes particularly extreme levels of security, stories of our journey to school take up the lion’s share of conversation all day long.

The rest of our conversations move away from transportation but not from Israel’s effect on our lives. As all university students, we talk about job opportunities, and dream about the successful careers we wish to lead. However, we are always aware that our in many ways our future is not in our own hands.

Although the rest of the world is also suffering from unemployment, in the occupied Palestinian territories the problem is a direct result of the occupation. Many farmers have lost their sources of income due to ongoing Israeli confiscation of Palestinian land, while many others who worked in Israel have lost their jobs or are threatened with losing them because they are Palestinian ID holders.  Even initiatives to boost the Palestinian economy through new industrial enterprises are tightly constrained as Israel effectively controls all Palestinian internal transportation routes, zoning permits, land and sea borders, and access to natural resources.

Graduates find that they cannot live up to their maximum potential, develop their skills or fulfill their ambitions working inside the Palestinian Territories because of the lack of employment opportunities.  Often their only option is to leave their homes and families and work abroad for better opportunities.  Yet even this unfortunate choice is only available to those lucky enough to get a work visa and pass strict Israeli and foreign security measures. As a result, the would-be community leaders, top graduates and advanced degree holders, on whom people are pinning their hopes to develop Palestine, are instead found serving abroad where they can do little for their homeland.

Similarly, the development of Palestinian universities is constrained by the “brain drain” of top Palestinian academics as well as financial deficits. Graduate degree programs are limited, with very small number of faculties to choose from, and even these departments often do not live up to students’ professional and academic needs.

With this daily stressful journey back and forth between home and university and dim prospects for professional opportunities after graduation, the motivation to go to university is decreasing as students know that the certificates that they aspire to hold may mean nothing at the end.  And yet, we remain determined.

English philosopher Herbert Spencer once said, “The great aim of education is not knowledge but action.”  As Palestinian students, we put this principle into practice by the mere act of stepping out of our house every day.

Enkhbold Togmidshiirev’s ‘gentle’ message

I met with Enkhbold ‘Boldo’ Togmidshiirev at everyone’s favourite Mill earlier in October to talk about his latest performance installation: the ‘ger’ project. (For those of you out of the Mogolian contemporary artist loop, Boldo is the country’s furthest-flung performance artist and founder of the emerging artist support foundation the Blue Sun Group). Enkhbold graced Manchester’s courtyards thanks to Asia Triennial ’11 expanding its catchment area out of South-East Asia to the plain old East. I grabbed the chance when I could and spoke to Enkhbold on the second leg of his Manchester experience. This began with a residency at Manchester Museum before hopping from one corner of Manchester’s art scene to another, over to Islington Mill: from the staid to the subversive. And Asia Triennial straddles the two with one fell performer.
Enkhbold was as at home amongst the Museum’s spear collection as he was in the trendy Islington aesthetic, with his knee-high leathers and tied-back ponytail. As well he might for someone who’s ‘home’ is where he sets it down, settling in isn’t really an issue.

Enkhbold grew up living the life nomadic in rural Mongolia, a traditional lifestyle his family – generations of horse-breeders – continue to uphold today. Since leaving horses for art, and the big city, Enkhbold has returned to engage with this tradition, albeit in less traditional settings.
His current work, the Ger Project, falls somewhere between performance and installation, art and cultural practice. The ger is a mobile ‘living structure’ central to the nomadic Mongolian life, and central to Enkhbold’s life still. The performance sees the artist set up his self-built ger in the new setting, enact certain rituals (whether traditional or less so) and then deconstruct his construction. Home, for us, is where we keep our knick-knacks, but perhaps this essentialist approach to a mobile home shoots further into the heart of what is important from that home. More obviously, Enkhbold’s use of the ger highlights different ways of life that are most often assigned by geography.

The context in which the work is performed really imbues it with its meaning. Firstly because Enkhbold has no fixed performance, it begins and ends with the ger but changes according to the environment, and presumably how the artist feels in that environment. It is the juxtaposition, between (usually) urban cityscape and the sparse structure that provides the comment on place and territory/ownership that is relevant both to city-dwellers and to Asia Triennial.
By creating a place within a place, indeed taking his own personal space in a public area Enkhbold teases out ideas of territory and the nature of place. Precisely because he does not rely on place, any place, for the things we do: shelter, boundaries, he is able to engage with it for its inherent spatial properties, and on an aesthetic level. But the most interesting, yet most subverting level in the many layers of context that surround Enkhbold’s piece, is that he must continue to travel to further the artistic nature of it. Enkhbold’s work is enfranchised by his nomadic community, yet if ‘performed’ in rural Mongolia the piece surely wouldn’t be art. Enkhbold (ironically enough) depends on changing, predominantly modernised urban places to enliven his work as ‘art’. And although he may not rely on place, he sure relies on modern communications to get there.

As I was sitting with Enkhbold and his interpreter, Tsindi, in the warm hearth of the Mill’s B&B, Paulette, one of the principal organisers from International 3, the organisation who decided to bring Enkhbold over as part of Asia Tri informed me they were ‘immediately gripped’ after seeing the artist’s work on YouTube (thanks again modern communications!). He also appealed to both her and John (principal no. 2)’s background in performance art, before they moved on to the finer points of administrative art. Enkhbold finished his tea, and moved towards assembling the ger. I was then informed by John that one of the most ‘interesting’ things about Enkhbold is that he ‘fulfills the stereotype’ whilst Tsindi’s work, who is also from Ulaanbaatur, in Mongolia, but is now studying for a PhD in art in Leeds, ‘challenges them’. So far Enkhbold hadn’t fulfilled my stereotypes, but I had not yet seen him perform. He had been engaging and funny on the subject of his work. Perhaps I hadn’t brought along the right prejudices.

Enkhbold was moving about into the courtyard where the performance would be held. We watched him through the window as Paulette and John discussed an (anonymous) critic who had reduced Enkhbold’s artistic pull merely to its “otherness”. On a (possibly) unrelated note, it has been written that “the performance seem in danger of falling into exactly what the ATM is trying to avoid: stereotypicality”. ATM may be trying to avoid stereotypicality, but International 3 don’t seem to be.

Enkhbold at the Undur-Ulaan mountain

The performance was ready to begin. I bundled on my coat and scarf and gloves and moved into the courtyard. A small crowd had gathered, mostly of artists from the studio space of the Mill. Paulette reiterated how “interesting” Enkhbold’s work was. The wooden structure was enclosed by the redbrick mismatched buildings that frame the courtyard. There was some leftover bunting in the far-left corner. The wooden slats of the ger were covered with a plastic translucent tarpaulin and duct tape, as it looked like rain. I began to feel the chill; meanwhile Boldo had stripped to white leggings and nixed the boots. A hush that felt to me like confusion, but probably seemed to others like something different, fell as the artist sat in his ger and swung the large stone that anchored the structure round in clockwise action. Enkhbold then donned a kidskin mask, howling, and doing some form of press-up. Murmurs of deep interest rustled the air. Their concentration was momentarily broken by some loud modern-type reggae emitting from one of the ground-level studios across the way. This was the kind of context that surely the work was all about, what an urban metaphor. My interest suddenly peaked. But other audience members conferred silently as to the correct protocol, and someone was sent rushing to get that racket switched off.
The performance ended with the artist burning something and then inviting us inside the ger to sit and breath in the unfamiliar atmosphere. Tsindi informed us that the burning material was ‘shit’, ‘horse shit’, that is. I sat in the ger; it felt like I should be learning something.

As the surrounding artists discussed how “interesting” the work was, I wondered whether I, like the aforementioned critic simply hadn’t ‘got it’. The discussion and theory is indeed interesting, but this does not art make, and this especially doesn’t carry a performance by itself. The trouble is, within the context and as used contextualiser (ie. Enkhbold), the simple ger structure takes on the guise of signifier to a different way of life, ‘their’ different way of life and its striking opposition between ‘our’ culture, as signified by our complex architecture, is heightened.
It wasn’t art to me. I cannot speak for the other audience members, but I’m pretty sure it is art to Enkhbold. Whether or not we see merely ‘other’ through the performance is, for me, secondary to this.

The mask makes an appearance during the Museum performance

PC: How are you enjoying Manchester, Enkbhold?

ET: [I] like it.

PC: Back home in Mongolia you left a nomadic lifestyle to move to Ulaanbaatar (the capital city) to pursue art. What led you to take that decision?

ET: [I] came to the capital in 1997 first. It was quite a big difference, a big change.
[My] grandfather and uncle had tools for woodcarving, different furniture and the inside of the ger, so it was always available for [me] to use. So maybe it led to, you know, making things.

PC: It seems like the nomadic lifestyle and culture informs a lot of your work. Does it feel like that tradition is still a big part of your life?

ET: [My] parents still live in the countryside, [I] lives in the city but in the ger as well. It’s more kind of travelling ger which we have many of in the city. So it’s very mixed but the nomadic lifestyle is never really far away. Not just from [my] life, and from any Mongolian’s.

PC: So what’s the city like? Is it a mixture of buildings and gers?

It depends on which parts of the city. It has got built up areas of course because of the Communist Era but then we have the outskirts of the city can be like thousands and thousands of gers people live. It is a cheaper way of living.

PC: What’s your aim in presenting your piece; is it personal or perhaps educational?

ET: It’s kind of to continue that tradition of nomadic culture even further: re-enacting those activities of moving from one place to another and connecting with those surroundings. and also connecting with those surroundings and the people I come across when I’m actually doing my pieces.
I’m interested in the contrast between the ger as a structure against the backdrops of other different kinds of architecture. And the idea of actually positioning the ger and documenting that relation between these two structures and attempt to make relation/connection between them. If there is any or if it’s possible.

PC: Do you enjoy the travel your work brings you?

ET: It’s been exciting to travel with my ger because usually we have to be separated at the main luggage; so I think about the ger more than I do about myself.

PC: A sense of relief when you get there!
What is it about city life that propels your work?

ET: People that live in the cities, it’s a very different kind of living. You know here like the city, people …… it’s quite closed.

PC: Yeah, more selfish. Well, more alone.

ET: I’m trying to send this message to remind people of the life that is close to nature,
I feel more connected with my surroundings, perhaps. I feel like I’m kind of sending this message to others but not in a preaching way, just reminding people. Gently.

PC: When was the ger project conceived?

ET: It was in 2008. First I kind of experimented with structure in its place. And then the next phase was to go to Finland so that was the first outing of the structure.

PC: And how has your approach to your work changed over the years, since you studied?

ET: Obviously I studied so I developed my skills. I specialized in painting in my first degree. But since leaving college I’ve seen exhibitions in other people’s work and my approach developed through that. [Most] notably was when I started doing installation work – started to be aware of space and the relation between different structures and different spaces and how we be in that space. Started being interested in that aspect rather than just let’s say making beautiful painting.

PC: Finally, I want to ask you about the Blue Sun group and why you feel it’s important to support emerging artists in your country?

ET: The Blue Sun now has 25 members. Usually they would be graduates from the college, who want to practice art, let’s say contemporary art. Most of the courses we have in Mongolia are very kind of fixed, traditional. Kind of Soviet style. Because the teachers are, usually, from Soviet countries. So the graduate will try to kind of depart from that. To get into more present and contemporary practice. So then they become members and they will be supported – encouraged to make new works and exhibitions and also [helped with] international communications plus exchanges.

PC: Do you think you’ll continue working with the ger for a while?

ET: I have an idea, an initial idea. Hopefully if I come back here again I will want to have a kind of sculptural piece and can come for a slightly longer time. But that’s at the moment just an idea.

(With thanks to Tsendpurev Tsegmid for her translation.)

Album: Alabama 3 – Shoplifting 4 Jesus

Alabama 3
Shoplifting 4 Jesus
Hostage Music
3 Stars

The opening bars of Shoplifting 4 Jesus are terrifying. A gruff dodgy geezer voice makes the God-like proclamation “there shall be no bankers in the house of the Lord. Kill ‘em all”. This makes sense given the concept behind the album. On the band’s website it says the album was inspired by the world we live in today “where files are shared, governments lie and bankers steal.” After this haunting introduction, the chorus comes as a total contrast; it’s warm and comforting, layered with dream-like sounds and a soothing woman’s voice asks us ‘Have You Been Having A Nightmare’, the title of the track. It almost makes up for the trauma of those opening bars. But this comfort doesn’t last and soon a choir of sickly sweet children’s voices come in, singing some sort of mutant nursery rhyme, taking the track back to its horrifying roots.

Alabama 3 are one of a kind. Their album is packed full of influences ranging from country, funk and blues to gospel, acid house and more recent additions, dubstep and afrobeat. The dubstep influence, which perhaps comes from sharing their club night ‘Outlaw’ with new DJs, is particularly visible on ‘We Stole the Moon.’ They put their own stamp on it and the beautiful melody and soft guitars of the chorus seem like a different song entirely. Like every other track on the album, this track could almost be broken down and made into 5, still decent, songs.

Highlights come from the catchy ‘Who the Fuck Is John Sinclair?’ as well as ‘Abide With Me’, where the vocals are reminiscent of Johnny Cash’s version of ‘Hurt’, except they are even gruffer. Somehow Alabama 3 are still managing to pull off sounding like grimy London gangsters and country music hillbillies from the Deep South simultaneously.

Album: Joker – The Vision

Joker
The Vision
4AD
3 and a half stars

Bass music stalwart Joker’s debut album The Vision has been a long awaited affair. The Bristolian treasure has taken his time since hitting the scene four years ago to produce the LP, out on 4AD, so eagerly demanded by his fans. Yet there are surprises in store for even those who thought they knew the established producer very well.

The combination of dizzying analogue synth and weighty bassline of opener ‘Slaughter House’ are of classic Joker character. Yet the melodic vocals may be a revelation to listeners accustomed to heavy stompers from his back-catalogue such as ‘3K Lane’. This largely sets the tone of the record: challenging and appeasing fans in equal measure, satisfying his own vision. ‘My Trance Girl’ is archetypal Joker territory, while by contrast ‘Electric Sea’ – essentially his take on an R&B track – is an unexpected but strangely enjoyable experience.

The incendiary flow of featuring artist Buggsy brings a welcome gritty change of pace to The Vision on tracks such as ‘Lost’ and personal favourite ‘Back In The Days’. However, these vocal elements should be no shock coming from a former Grime producer and are an enjoyable salute to Joker’s youth. Title track and first single ‘The Vision’, featuring vocals from Jessie Ware (who heavily featured on SBTRKT’s album), is an audio treat with strong mainstream appeal that you’ll find your self coming back to time and again. Like the album as a whole, it may not be groundbreaking, but it is a solid effort from a very talented producer.

Fulfilling the expectations of others was clearly not a priority for Joker and rightly so. But the feeling is left that there is something more to Joker that hasn’t quite been showcased in his debut outing.

Joker feat. Jessie Ware – The Vision