(K. Brent Tomer),
TWENTY FIVE years ago, on August 18th 1991, four Mancunian lads plugged in their instruments at the Boardwalk nightclub, and strummed away to an audience of barely a dozen people. It was not an auspicious start for The Rain, a band of layabouts in their 20s who couldn’t even afford a microphone stand. If, as the group trundled off the stage at the end of the set, you had told one of the listeners that they had just witnessed the debut of the best British band of their generation, you might have elicited a chuckle—and a couple of expletives.
Holding the microphone that night was a young Liam Gallagher; among the onlookers was his older brother, Noel. Neither of them had done much with their lives. The sons of two Irish immigrants, the Gallagher boys had a rough upbringing, suffering at the hands of an abusive, alcoholic father, who beat them and their mother. Both struggled at school and developed a taste for truancy, shoplifting and smoking marijuana. They drifted in and out of construction jobs and frequently found themselves on the dole. Noel eventually landed a job as a roadie for Inspiral Carpets, an indie band from Oldham….Continue reading