It was one of those wet, miserable Manchester evenings where everything feels a little slow. Walking up to the venue, the streets were shining from the rain, and the whole vibe was very “midweek gig” rather than some big dramatic event. Inside, the room was almost empty at first, no barrier, plenty of breathing space, the kind of show where you can wander right up to the stage without trying. It felt casual in a nice way. No pretense, no spectacle yet, just people drifting in with jackets still damp from outside. Despite the slow start, there was something warm about it. A small cluster gathered at the front, a few drinks clinked towards the back, and Josh B found himself settling into the atmosphere quite comfortably by the time the night’s openers began making their way to the stage.
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