Before Rock City, there was nothing. No Ice Arena. No Concert Hall. After bands stopped playing gigs in cinemas by the late 60s, Nottingham was a Rock Village, a barren place where the top bands of the day couldn’t be arsed to tread. Sure, the Boat Club would come up trumps with fledgling bands like Led Zeppelin and the Pistols, but those moments were few and far between.

If you wanted to see the like of The Jam, The Specials or Dexy’s you had three choices; you either bunked the train to Leicester and kipped on a bench in the station because you missed the last one back to Notts, or gave a vast chunk of your hard-earned to Way Ahead for a mind-numbing coach trip to Birmingham or London, getting home at 4am. Or you stayed at home, listened to John Peel, and wished you lived somewhere else.