Half Man Half Biscuit

Nigel Blackwell, The Bard of Birkenhead (and his cohort), returns. Nearly four years after No One Cares About Your Creative Hub, So Get Your Fucking Hedge Cut (NOCAYCH) comes HMHB album number fifteen. And, let’s be honest, quite a lot has happened since then, but we’ll come to that later. …

It’s a line from my favourite song on the Half Man Half Biscuit album “McIntyre, Treadmore and Davitt” which was the name of three retired footballers called on to save a Football team in the “Golden Gordon” episode of Michael Palin’s “Ripping Yarns”. …

The Boiler Shop, Newcastle, 26 April 2019 — Friday night, and the gates are anything thing but low. Everyone’s favourite sardonic (almost) scousers have packed this old shed out, and that’s a fact. First things first: when I say “old shed”, I mean it (man). It really is an old shed. And it is amazing. It’s the first…

The four lads who shook the Wirral are the best band of all time. There are probably five or six hundred people who agree with me, give or take. To celebrate the rare delights of a new Half Man Biscuit album and a London gig — they play the Kentish…

And so, Half Man Half Biscuit’s fourteenth (yes, FOURTEENTH) album emerges blinking into the cold light of day. And a strange affair it is, to be sure. For those unaware of HMHB, where have you been for the past thirty-odd years? They really are a band like no other in…

So, I went to see Half Man Half Biscuit last night. Before I talk about that, though, I should probably mention what happened last time I went to see them. It is relevant, trust me. Back in April 1991 Steve, Stu and I made the trip up to Sunderland Poly…