The most talented band in the world at their creative peak. Ferociously energetic on stage. Crafters of wondrous lyrics that dance into your ears and make you think. Musicians with an endless well of earworms of riffs and hooks to draw on. Charismatic, bona fide stars.
Happy Mondays are none of these. But for one night in April 1999 at the Manchester Evening News Arena, they gave the gig of my life.