Ask most people about the Summer of Love and they’ll tell you about psychedelic rock, LSD, and human be-ins in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco. But find a certain kind of person—mid to late 40s, English, holes in their memory and a certain faraway look in their eyes—and they might tell you something different. They might tell you about acid house, ecstasy, and illegal raves. They’ll tell you about the real Summer of Love, a smiley-faced party starting in Manchester—or, as it was known from 1988, Madchester.