Earlier this year, Ancoats was named as one of the coolest neighbourhoods in the world – described superlatively as a “damned magical” and “super-stylish” utopia of art, culture and greenery.
Of course, we’ve heard this all before. For the past five years, location guides and travel magazines have fallen over one another to heap praise on the regenerated eastern district of central Manchester – which has morphed into one of the busiest, buzziest, sought-after spaces in an incessantly evolving city.
Between the canalside balconies, independent art and critically-acclaimed restaurants (local eatery Mana won Manchester its first – and much-delayed – Michelin star in 2019), modern Ancoats has pretty much everything you could want in a neighbourhood. That’s often the headline. But it also has a fascinating history.
Before the skyscrapers, brunch plates and Michelin Stars, there were mill workers, ice cream carts and accordions.
Back in the 1800s, this part of Manchester was better known as “Little Italy“.
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This is wonderful. The Italian community in Manchester is a huge part of the city’s heritage and culture. This recognition is long overdue for the Italian immigrants who arrived in the city in the 1800s with nothing and helped shape the city’s history.
In December 2021, following a momentous effort by campaigners, a plaque was installed on George Leigh St to commemorate Ancoats’ heritage – in the same spot where the Manchester Italian Association was formed in 1888 (the Halle at St Michael’s building).
The plate has already delighted members of the Italian community in Manchester – several of whom have ancestors who grew up on the cobbled streets of Ancoats during its early years as an Italian quarter.
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People from areas such as Lazio and Campagna increasingly emigrated to the UK throughout the 19th Century and many settled in Ancoats – which turned into a bustling miniature version of the villages they knew back home.
Residing in the parish of St Michael’s – a Roman Catholic church – many of the immigrants went to work in the local mills, with the community described as bringing character to what was at the time a “grim part of Manchester”. Old family traditions were brought across to Ancoats – with the residents holding feasts, dances, Whit Walks, and parties throughout the year.
When Italian street musicians weren’t entertaining the neighbourhood with barrel organs and dancing bears, other residents spent the long summer evenings serenading their neighbours with the accordion.
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Ice cream vans queue up to be re-stocked on Dawn Street, Ancoats in 1966. Gerard's Ices was owned by Gerardo Scappaticci – the story of the many ice cream merchants in Ancoats ("Little Italy") is a fascinating part of Manchester history. pic.twitter.com/SYrH7v83XC
Some of the families who lived in the area also made their living in sweet treats – playing a trailblazing role in jump-starting the ice cream industry in Manchester.
Carts would bobble across the roads selling the dessert, although a ban was placed on the trade after the outbreak of the war due to rationing. Nonetheless, appetites for ice cream remained intact after 1945 – with manufacturers ramping up production and whizzing across town in new vehicles. An increase in competition even gave rise to turf disputes – a conflict which went down in history as “The Ice Cream Wars”.
Little Italy and its wider family also produced some of Manchester’s most famous personnel – including community leader and entrepreneur Domenico Antonelli (who was knighted by the Italian monarchy in 1932 for his business achievements).
Manchester’s own Sherlock Holmes, Jerome Caminada, also had links to the area. An “extraordinary” detective who prowled the streets of Victorian Manchester, Caminada’s intuition and talent for riddle-solving has written him into local legend – with the policeman best-known for donning a variety of disguises to catch the biggest crooks on Deansgate and beyond.
Manchester: Ancoats: Little Italy: 1963. Love the little guy leaning against the wall. pic.twitter.com/QuzKBPLVZe
The rich, vibrant legacy of Ancoats has long been championed by members of the contemporary Italian-Manchester community. And now, anyone who passes by St Michael’s can appreciate the true heritage of the area.
One resident described it as “wonderful”, claiming that “this recognition is long overdue for the Italian immigrants who arrived in the city in the 1800s with nothing and helped shape the city’s history.”
For a deeper, closer look at the history of central Manchester’s Italian past, head over to the wonderful website for Ancoats Little Italy.
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The K’s kick off Manchester’s BRITs Week celebrations early with jam-packed intimate gig
The Manc
If you were ‘Hoping Maybe’ to see The K’s at some point this year, this is your sign do it, as the rising indie band did not let the occasion of playing an intimate BRITs-backed gig get to them – they were buoyed by it.
Beloved city centre venue Gorilla was overflowing for The K’s last night, hosting an unreal small-cap set as part of Brits Week ‘26 for a very important cause: War Child.
Perfectly teed up by fellow nearby band, Florentenes from Bolton, The K’s took to a familiar stage many years on from their debut, and instantly had the crowd ready and raring for an hour of pure tunes and some very, very sweaty brows.
Earlestown’s finest certainly carried that Northern charm and energy throughout the whole night; their indie and almost nostalgic lyrical storytelling has you moshing one minute, whilst grasping your mate and ascending into live music heaven the next. There really aren’t many feelings like it.
Sobbing and swaying in the vast ocean of shoulders whilst screaming the lyrics to ‘Helen. Oh I’, I questioned how any compliment will ever compare to launching “thousand ships every time” from a kiss.
The K’s were yearning before Wuthering Heights made it vogue (again).
Musically, the band were seamless and a well-oiled machine, and so were the audience as they wholeheartedly echoed every lyric back at the lads and bounced it off the walls.
The K’s have come a long way since their first visit to Gorilla (Credit: Lucy Wagstaffe)
Every primary school assembly proudly led us to this moment, and it did not disappoint, displaying their increasingly seasoned and successful career, which I can only imagine is going to go from strength to strength this year.
I don’t think we even one more fan could have squeezed one more passionate fan into Gorilla on the night; it was heaving with people and pride; the sweat dripping down the walls indicated things are big for these local lads, and we couldn’t be prouder.
They are another prime example of shining a deserving light on Northern artists! And having the 2026 BRIT Awards up here with us is a testament to that.
Featured Images — Lucy Wagstaffe (supplied via War Child UK)
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Florence + The Machine at the Co-op Live, Manchester – the star has never been better
Clementine Hall
Florence + The Machine make a triumphant return to the stage in a thrilling exploration of female rage.
When you think of Florence Welch, you can’t help but picture her barefoot complete with flower crown and bouncy skirts racing around the stage in a fairy-like fashion.
And yes whilst she still is this, the band’s new era is suddenly a lot darker and haunting with their new album Everybody Scream exploring topics of loss and grief.
Florence and her coven-like quartet of dancers did not leave the stage once throughout the 21-track setlist, but not once did it feel tired.
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The album’s title track kicked off the show before transitioning into fan-favourite anthem Shake It Out.
Florence’s voice is just as recognisable as ever, as is her long auburn hair that she swishes with her as she strides up and down the stage alongside her flowing sleeves.
Beneath the powerful vocals, the haunting atmosphere grew stronger as Seven Dials and Which Witch saw the dancers, coined as ‘the witch choir’, crawling up and down the stage in a Michael Jackson Thriller-style fashion.
Daffodils saw Florence interact with the crowd – embracing a woman pressed to the front of the barrier sporting a bright yellow flower crown.
It’s clear to see how much their music means to so many, and being at a Florence gig you feel as though you’re really part of something special.
A highlight came half way through the two-hour spectacle, as Florence dedicated Never Let Me Go to her sister in the crowd who she stated was “clever enough to marry a man from Manchester”.
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We couldn’t agree more Florence.
Spectrum (Say My Name) really ignited a fire in the crowd, the entire arena was up and moving to the iconic track.
Her most vulnerable moment of the night comes as she returns for the encore, when she sings You Can Have It All which is written about her near-fatal ectopic pregnancy she experienced in 2013.
It’s raw and haunting, and we feel every note as she summons the strength to perform a song so revealing.
Of course, as the first two notes of Dog Days Are Over the crowd erupts into chaos.
Florence asks us to put our phones down, “you won’t get a good video and if you’re holding your phone, you can’t move” she states, and so we did what we were told.
It’s proof of the power that Florence holds over her audience, and from then on we were left to dance with complete abandon as the show ended in a feeling of pure joy and euphoria.