Wire is a brilliant club. Underground, just the right amount of dinginess, not exactly spacious, a good amount of sweaty. Still think it sounds brilliant? Just me? No? Good. I'll carry on then.
Back in the day, I saw The Cribs play here. If you've been, you'll realise why I hold this memory particularly dear to my heart. The Cribs play Doncaster Dome in December. A dome. A big dome. Not quite as big as the Millennium 'un down south, but still; a sizeable dome. Wire is tiny. Like I said, it's sweaty, dark and dingy. Perfect, if you ask me, for a good old fashioned boogie.
My smoking pals were a bit perturbed when they had to pay for a wristband, which gave them access to the outside smoking area, recently. But I mean, as a non-smoker, a weary one tired of his friends heading outside every half hour, it tickled me a little. Does that make me a rubbish friend? Hope not.
Go to Wire on a weekend. If you still go following what I've said about sweat and darkness, then you'll be surrounded by like minded folks. It's a good night out - just don't go two nights on the trot. Variety is the spice of life, remember.
Currently undergoing a refurb, I can't wait to experience the new Wire... coming soon. read more