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Briefest of Lowdowns, Isle of Wight Festival 2010.
What with a jaunt on the Isle of Wight equivalent to a time shift back to decades past and lost, coincidentally around the time of the Isle of Wight Festival’s first stint that saw an approximated 600,000 revelers wind up on the Isle to catch The Who and Jimi Hendrix (both oft referenced, revered and covered this weekend), Dots & Dashes attempts to save a little of your precious time by chewing, digesting and regurgitating broken shard…So on & so forth…
Holy Fire. Reading Festival 2013.
Along with the most irreligious of Christmases and the bittersweet final lunchtime of the summer term, the 7 o’clock at which Zane Lowe would enthuse over the line up for the following Reading Festival would always make for a quite monumental date in the schoolboy diary. I wouldn’t eat as I’d await his prolix introductions and fashionably belated announcements, butterflies instead swarming about my stomach. And so it came to b…So on & so forth…
Festival Frolics: Get On Your Boots, Glastonbury 2011.
Fervent hysteria cued, grab a pen and a scrap of paper and get scribbling – this year’s Glastonbury Festival line up is officially out and about. Last year was quite something. We basically did this. Back to the here and now however, if previous announcements seemed perhaps a little reserved, get on your boots and delve deep into the what looks to be a fairly…So on & so forth…
One, Two, Three and We’re Under. Broken Bells, Royal Festival Hall.
As a watercolour sunset disperses over London’s South Bank, the pattering of commuter soles turns to beer bottle clinks of the post-daily grind on the patios in the shadows of the infamous concrete shell of the Royal Festival Hall as this year’s Meltdown Festival, curated by Fairport Convention founder Richard Thompson comes to a rather spectacular, if subdued denouement. Tonight it’s the turn of Broken Bells, supergroup of sor…So on & so forth…
Friday, Glastonbury 2011.
Regardless of the perpetual brilliance of the Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts, the beautiful beast that Worthy Farm, Somerset becomes for five days or so mutates substantially not merely musically nor in terms of the muck, but also in its essence, year upon year. If last year was centred upon the inescapable omnipresence of The xx and hordes of onstage co…So on & so forth…
Soaked in Superfluous Pop, V Festival 2010.
From a myriad of underaged and undernourished bathed in neon gunk quite literally passing out to Tinie Tempah, to endless, ubiquitous shoddy corporeal costumes, Winnebagos equipped with en suite hot tubs and seemingly every last (chipper, smug, repulsively clueless) presenter ever to have babbled on about the current state of pop royalty on Channel 4, V Festival is utterly spectacular. And that’s not inherently a laudable quality in a some…So on & so forth…
Supernal Fablers. CocoRosie, Royal Festival Hall.
Swimming through athletics screenings and scurrying across crammed foyers, it’s surprisingly still once inside tonight’s Royal Festival Hall. Indeed given the unpredictability of the inherently unorthodox CocoRosie, the evening could quite conceivably keep both serene and sombre: the sisters’ proclivity for melancholia has and most likely always will be fairly pervasive, and as they hurdle the discography much woe remains. Howe…So on & so forth…
Thursday, The Great Escape 2013.
The littoral British retreat that is Brighton may be better renowned for saccharine tat and chish and fips still swimming in gristle and grime than it may be for musics and the manic frenzy their festivals so often entail, although the city becomes a bloody hive of hype for the one weekend of the year. That is this, and this is the 2013 edition of The Great Escape. So let the buzz begin! Away from the unrelenting bustle of the capital – a restiv…So on & so forth…
Sonisphere 2011.
For those that revel in getting their crusted, mudded socks off to what Lemmy this weekend persistently and insistently branded “rock’n’roll”, in a waterlogged field on the outskirts of a mildly relevant town or city, options are relatively limited. Whilst myriad lightweight indie festivals come and go annually, line ups tumefied by rawk, metal, nu metal, grunge, hardcore etc. come at a premium, and premium is precisely what th…So on & so forth…
