Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Music to come home to

So I've finally got round to writing again, amazing what an injury or two can do, I've had a death wish since returning home, 90MPH motorway car crash, weekend (sober) exuberance around the house leading to hours in A&E, fractured chest and two crutches later, I'm horizontal and spending one of the best time outs ever catching up on music, friends and my close companion the internet.

Since my world tour I have returned with fresh ears to savour the delights of the new school, or rather re-interpretation of the old (with a little bit of the new).  Moving slowly closer to the cusp of new music, yet perhaps a little self conscious of what I have to share with you.  So for now I'm coming at it from an angle of things I've missed and happy to hear from the last six months of being lost in Asia. (I guess I was busy living it up at the French Embassy in Burma with Aung San Suu Kyi, being the only white girl in town hanging with the Mayor and Chief of Police in Cambodia, hitchhiking on the back of rice trucks, that kind of thing).

Appreciative list of music I've been getting excited by...


Poliça

What can say about this band accept I've spent a unhealthy amount of time listening to the album Give you the Ghost on repeat, it's the crack I've been searching for.
From June 12, 2012




Peaking Lights

Am I allowed to say I hijacked this album from the Crack Contributors Group (a secret facebook group, invite only) where music aficionados flex their muscle and vie for the best album reviews and gigs, its heady stuff.  Anyway the new album entitled Lucifer is available for streaming, its pretty sexy, have a listen. Hmm it appears I actually have Peaking Lights 936, funny how that works. 




Thee Satisfaction

Sexed up Jill Scott philly soul inspired hotness, smooth sassy and addictive Sunday party tunes. Thank you to Joseph Hodgkinson for pointing me in the right direction.




Koreless

Ah man how do all these young boys do it! Yet another talented new garage/post dubstep producer, I loved 2 step the first time round, yet now its even more stripped down and beautifully arranged, looking forward to hearing him live this summer, still kicking myself about Field Day. Big up to Luc Le Corre, who reps this dude as much as me.




Wooden Shjips

New album West came out whilst I was away, they had fallen to the bottom of my playlist pile yet suddenly they seem so relevant and sexy, the yearning voice, the atmospheric garage guitars, I'm heading out on a journey, I may be a while.




Zak Matic


Via Kesh's blog, (her productivity is quite addictive, a great example of self promotion), he is the champion of Rap House, kinda like a modern version of booty bass, great for working to, clicks improve somewhat.

Nebulae (zAK-MATIC Remix)


Thursday, 24 November 2011

Buddy Guy to play Melbourne

Composed yet effervescent blues player, Buddy Guy with polka dot guitar accoutrement is set to play Melbourne this April. I'm not entirely sure whether I'll still be on upside down soil, but if I am, might be a good time to catch the 75 year old from Louisiana ripping it up. I first caught sight of him on a 30 ft x 70 ft cinema screen as we sat on bad seats with a sneaky bottle of wine in hand, he was destroying (in a positive way) the Rolling Stones track, Champagne & Reefer.  Martin Scorsese's documentary Shine a Light was playing, it charted the Rolling Stones "A Bigger Bang" Tour featuring the 1972 album Exile on Main Street.  As we left the darkness, bottle empty, spirits high, with buzz akin to having just exited a concert, something felt different, a memory pin had been dropped on my life map.  There were other great performances Jack White was soft and endearing, the sheer energy of Mick and character of Keith & Co was admirable, yet Buddy was something new and old rolled into one, his was a stand out performance . The Stones celebrate their 50th anniversary next year, lets hope the draw Buddy back into the fold, if not I pray I'm here in the Palais Theatre on the 3rd April when the lights go up.










Tuesday, 22 November 2011

in AW(M)E...

I'm in my bed with PFD (post festival depression) even a fancy dinner at Coda tonight wasn't able to revive my dampened demeanor.  Its a serious combination of crashes, excitement, adrenalin, champagne, late nights, early mornings, sugar and fantastically mesmerising loud music. The past four days have been an overload on the senses, its difficult to take stock of everything I've seen, heard and felt. I wandered around freely with my Media pass (Hi, my names Media, whats your name?) booze brimming networking events where the fizzy white and rock oysters appeared about my person, rubbing shoulders with Programme Directors from Glastonbury, Roskilde, Fuji Rocks (to name but a few). Lounging on plush seats in the Arts Centre as the intoxicating sounds of 70s golden age Ethiopia wash over me, Mulatu Astatke working his magic. Skanking away to Mad Professor as Irration Steppas get involved in the DJ booth. Being utterly blown away by the majestic voices of The Congos as they perform Heart of the Congos their seminal album produced by Lee Scratch Perry, this is their first time in Australia and I'm back stage saying hello in a cloud of Jah inspired smoke.  In short my life is wonderful but nothing I can do right now is going to top the last 96 hours of my life. AWME thank you very much indeed, it was a pleasure working with you, working for you, running around, tweeting, blogging, facebooking, editing, uploading and of course schmoozing. I am going to watch a film now, perhaps Wah Do Dem?



Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Mornington Island Dancers

Photograph © Tajette O'Halloran - Noriko Tandano

Photograph © Marie Muggivan - Graveyard Train

Photograph © James Henry - Mad Professor

Photograph © James Henry - Public Opinion Afro Orchestra

Photograph © James Henry - Lotek

Photograph © James Henry 

Photograph © Marie Muggivan















Friday, 11 November 2011

Harvest time

Off to the Gathering in Werribee Park today, along with the rest of Melbourne, its a joyous day with a clear skies and sunshine forecast, I felt the twinge of home when I gazed at the line up, Portishead are headliners, Bristol massive. Other performers include TV on the Radio, Clap Hands Say Yeah, Trojan Soundsystem, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble and The Flaming Lips...

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Gravy Train choo, choo!

Melbourne is busting at the seams with musicians and artists, so much so, that its easy to get lost in amongst the mediocre. With so many scenes, gigs, parties, raves happening it's important to not only know where to go but what night to go on. Such as the case for the Old Bar, which I'm told is a decent boozer anyhow, Thursday night was the third of a three night show for Melbourne horror country seven piece band on the eve of their overseas tour. The venue lent itself perfect to a good ol' hoe down, people were jammed in and jigging away, the atmosphere was fantastic. Alas my camera didn't enjoy the light conditions, hopefully this clip will offer an insight... yet they were much more raucous in a packed pub downing shots in between songs.


Graveyard Train, not to be mistaken with Gravy Train (which I did), or the Credence Clearwater Revival song, or the 80's American band by the same name.

Strangers From Now On-Midnight Town Live from TBA Film & Design on Vimeo.

Strangers from now on, for ages I though the lead singer was a woman in disguise and had gone to the effort of wearing a moustache as though it was part of the act, his voice is amazing, with dare I say it, traces of Patti Smith, solid performance. This was the only

Friday, 1 July 2011

Community Cup


2011 Community Cup, two local indie radio stations unite against Melbourne bands in the name of charity, and fun.

Cheerleaders and streakers were common place, I witnessed three naked men bunny hoping each other. This guy was particularly cheeky and managed to maintain the attention of the crowd for some time, had we arrived in the first half we would have been treated to the sight of breasts bouncing freely across the pitch. There is something very juvenile yet extremely enlightening about nudity at a football match!


Iconic Melbourne band You am I performed both on and off the pitch, the gig was rather entertaining.

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Dancing in the dark.



Positivity can come from darkness, an opportunity to turn the lights off and focus, removing external distractions and stripping the self-conscience away. The omission of one sense forces us to enhance another, producing a relaxing acceptance of our surroundings. Sam Potter (Late of the Pier) and Eat Your Own Ears present an evening of darkness full of music. A venue devoid of light will become host to a healthy line up musicians and dj's carefully curated by the boys. Adding further anticipation the artists are planning to remain anonymous throughout. I would like to be in London for this show, at the very least to have my foot stamped on and get felt up in the dark. After the initial novelty has subsided a plateau might be attained in which to embrace a publicly sensory first, or maybe not, either way it will certainly be fun.

The night Blackout is the first of a series of music events from the collective and is supported by National Lottery via the Arts Council.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

If the milk turns sour...

After a night of drinking pina coladas, rum & ginger, whiskey shots on an empty stomach, dancing round like a loon and getting cabs across the city - I find myself unsurprisingly with my head planted inside the toilet basin, retching what little stomach content I have left in the water below. It's moving day - in true Martina fashion - I'm armed with a killer hangover and little or rather no preparation. I cast my mind to images of a man staggering semi-naked through the desert, blood seeping from behind, lost and confused, and I'm thankful for the moderate state I find myself in. The soundtrack and inspiration for said images are the work of my neighbour (or should that be ex-neighbour for I now reside where he once was) Benjamin McDonald, talented composer, member of Melbourne bands Butcher Blades and Clubfeet (more to follow). Sour Milk is a well produced short film set in the scrub land of Australia with a dark and somewhat sexy twist, the mystery leans towards the surreal; yet captivating throughout...

Sour Milk from Signal Faults on Vimeo.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Dreams of Africa on a musical note...

My finances hardly ever work out how I envisage them, when I landed on wet Melbourne soil, way back in floodie January. I planned to sail into a bar job that would grant me access to lots of people, thus forming a creative network through which my energies could flow. In hindsight I advise anyone to avoid arriving in January, unless of course the plan is to bum around. It's the middle of the summer, height of the school holidays and bars are still fully staffed post Christmas. Add to that the working holiday visa disability, and a trail of hot, young travellers armed with cv's walking the same paths, the odds were inevitably out of favour. And so came February, I had successfully secured a home (out of the grasp of another it was later revealed) yet no work and a massively depleted bank account. By the time I started working six weeks from when I first arrived, in a job I didn't plan on doing, I was massively in debt. A debt which hopefully won't impede my ability to travel beyond Australia to South Africa and Nigeria during my time here. However such decadent adventures seem slightly unobtainable right now...

Poetically for extra pocket money I'm writing press releases and bio's for Tribe records, one of the more discerning afro house labels. When I watch the music videos for the releases particularly the one below, it makes me more resolute in my plans to visit, for the community is changing folks... makes me wonder what the ‘new’ Africa is really like... (watch this space!)


Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Tribe leader: Zepherin Saint

Here's a biography/interview, I've just completed...


Zepherin Saint, enigmatic producer, DJ, talent scout and co-founder of Tribe records, sits opposite composed and alert. Unabashed he smoothes over my interrogation with an effervescent charm, that softens my line of questioning. Mastery acquired via two decades of flexing vinyl in the eighties London warehouse scene, and lighting up the dance floor for Michael Jackson et al. This tribe chief treads a tight rope between elusive party chameleon and all-around-nice-guy, nom de guerre ‘dream big brother’. His prominence as venerate artist is a far leap from the thirteen year old Cinderfella, who would enthusiastically pack rigging into the back of van for parties he was too young to attend. That was 1983, when folk transformed their homes into clubs, with a subsequent door tax - to cover breakages. Musical education was a diet administered daily; from funk bands (Parliament, Slave) to UK jazz funk, with soul, lovers rock and country (thanks mum and dad) melted into the pot. 1987 came to fruition with the debut release of Give me back your love feat. Carol Leeming, under the pseudonym Boyz in Shock on Jack Trax, regarded as one of the first British garage tracks.

In the years which have elapsed Saint has toured extensively, discovering an infinite appreciation of his music and the genre in general, in the most unexpected of places; Beirut, Syria, Egypt. Feeding into an obsessive love of soul music, Saint has devoted himself to discovering and nurturing new strains from around the globe. Producing a unique blend of afro house, referencing primary roots into a myriad of hypnotic layers, the sound is deep and intoxicating. Saint has attained the optimum position to convey Tribe’s message of One Sound, One People to the masses. Herewith we discuss the man behind that message.

Martina Randles: When did you get your first break?
Zepherin Saint: I finished school and joined a YTS (Youth Training Scheme) and it just so happened that the telephone company apprenticeship was based next to a record label and recording studio that I was devoted to, I followed all their releases, Jack Trax, it was like, the first house UK label. During my lunch breaks I used to go there and hang out. The scene was taking off at the time in London, it was 1987, eventually I gave them a demo and they signed my track, I was 17. We got our dj'ing break at Spectrum in Leicester; I was shocked to find that the house scene had been going strong for a couple of years. It was like a youth centre and they were (jacking) throwing each other high in the air, it was when those sayings 'how high can you jack' actually meant something. The midlands of England captured the essence of House music before London and that was a real eye opener.

Martina Randles: You worked at Blackmarket Records for 8 years; would you refer this time as a rite of passage?
Zepherin Saint: Blackmarket records started in 1988 as a pioneering shop for house music. I was 19 working behind the counter, meeting everyone that came through the door - Frankie Knuckles, Tony Humphries, David Morales. I didn’t go to university; this was my schooling, being able to choose records for all the big DJs around the world. Watching what they felt in a record, the records they picked - what they wanted, what they didn't want. It’s interesting the people that worked behind the counter during that period are like a who's who within the UK industry.

Martina Randles: How long have you been producing music?
Zepherin Saint: Over 20 years; although I actually stopped making music for five years, I was more focused on developing and managing talent through my company Xosa music, then a techno DJ – Jeff Mills put out a compilation of all time choice cuts and he put my very first record on there (Boyz in Shock feat Carol Leeming Give me back your love - Jack Trax), and I was like bloody hell, that’s kinda major, he's a huge DJ globally. Everything suddenly came flooding back to me; why I started music in the first place. I remembered myself at my mum's piano writing that song, I just felt I had to get back in the studio which I already had in the basement of my house just sitting there, dormant. I connected everything back up and thought what I am going to do, let’s just try something…; that was back in 2007.

Martina Randles: How important is construction and authenticity in your music?
Zepherin Saint: I listen to a lot of world music; I make it as well, music with different tempos, different time signatures using more traditional instruments. I use a mixture of synthetic sounds set to traditional rhythms, and live samples performed by musicians from around the world and myself of course. I have a soft spot for Middle Eastern and Afro Cuban percussion. It's exciting to go to another part of the world and experience a new instrument - a Middle Eastern Bozuk, a West African Kora. There is a wonderful sounding Sim Simear, from Saudi Arabia, its primitive looking with four strings; the amount of chords I get from it is unbelievable.

Martina Randles: Where has your music taken you; that you might not have otherwise gone?
Zepherin Saint: I go to Beirut quite a bit to record music and there is a military presence everywhere, it’s a bit surreal, yet very warm and welcoming. Syria was a place I never thought I would go, and I found amazing talent there in musicians and singers.

Martina Randles: As well as being involved in the House music scene you’ve also rubbed shoulders with the likes of Michael Jackson and worked with R Kelly. What do you remember most about these experiences?
Zepherin Saint: R Kelly was very nocturnal, we couldn't go into the studio until after midnight because that’s when he starts his day, he's very talented; it was great working with him. Meeting MJ was bizarre indeed, I was booked for a private party in Bahrain - the special guest was kept a secret. I saw a familiar silhouette but could not place it. He came right up to the booth and stood there for most of the night, dancing with his hand on the speaker. It was a very special moment for me, playing, Don’t stop until you get enough, whilst he danced was probably the highlight of my career.

Martina Randles: Tell me about the birth of Tribe records?
Zepherin Saint: Tribe started in March 2009. At the time I felt labels were focused on quantity and little to do with quality - this was linked to the change from vinyl to digital I expect and labels used this as an opportunity to release more material. There was a gap in the market, and my partner Matt Langrish-Smith and I set about building Tribe together. The first release was a track I had produced for Nathan Adams called Circles. It set the tone and standard for the label and gave us the right step to get noticed.

It’s actually gone beyond my expectations, it never started with a huge plan, we just wanted to get good music out from around the world; the people have embraced us. We are currently on our 20th release of singles and have also released 2 albums with many more to come.



Martina Randles: Spawned from the Tribe label the eponymous parties have become an international success, was this natural progression in the development of the brand?
Zepherin Saint: As a label you got to have more than one avenue as a company and doing events goes hand in hand with what we are all about. Our international presence is continually growing we’re already in London, Paris, Toronto, Miami and Amsterdam. 'Tribe Live' has been really well received and we are definitely planning to do more live events in the near future. The Tribe 2nd anniversary at WMC for me was simply magical. The event has become a reunion for us where we meet old and new friends from around the globe. The expression of all these different energies in one place is a highlight and opening for our year.


Martina Randles: What’s in store for 2011?
Zepherin Saint: I have two albums for completion - Nathan Adams, a world music album both due out this year and there are also plans for Tribe compilations. I recently played in Sydney and Melbourne - the love for deep house music in Australia is incredibly strong so we are making efforts to feed this part of the world more with our style. Our mission is to get to pockets of the world that does not get enough of our music in its club scene and continue to spread the Tribe vibe….. One Sound, One People.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Sydney Road Street Party

Sydney Road festival clears the streets of cars and trams and offers the community a chance to wander around freely on the otherwise congested artery road that leads into the city. With a wide variety of music on offer from rock'n'roll, folk, hip hop, beat boxing, reggae, soca to 30s swing. The vibe was friendly, with a multicultural and inclusive flavour, lingering at each stage, cafe, sound system I happily soaked up the atmosphere, people watching can be so much fun.






Friday, 18 February 2011

from Brunswick with love...

Yes I'm back, two months m.i.a, I've missed you guys, after my six week tour of China and a three week settling in period, I am warming to the idea of documenting Melbourne life.

Terrible internet (dongle? Don't ever get one, waste of time) was the main protagonist for my Australian absence, that and my wallowing (ever-so-slightly) from fear of having something useful to write. Yet all is well in sunny Melbourne - modest 27 degrees today. I was up until late last night constructing a rather grandiose return to the web, a sprawling synopsis of my adventures in China. Halfway into the piece I became so overwhelmed by the task I panicked and froze. Perhaps a more lighter palatable return is best, baby steps, bit of reading - Fear of Flying, Two Novels of Mexico & Wild Swans - remind myself how to spell, get into the routine. So forgive me if my contributions fall to the fluffier, lighter side of the track, I am merely reminding myself of the process.

This is my new home I share it with two Australian men, here I can explore the nuances in the species, how/if they differ from the English variety. There are two hot next door neighbours, on first encounter one appeared in a fetching pair of short shorts (that was it), I like Melbourne.


Despite all my efforts I have failed to secure a job as yet perhaps my interview on Monday will prove fruitful. I have however received press accreditation for Golden Plains (Meredith) this year, I heart Australia.


My clothes finally arrive on Tuesday after six weeks of living out of backpack full of winter clothes I shall finally be free to wear flimsy summer garments. Fortunately 40 degrees with a great selection of jumpers has lead me to actively dispel the internal myth that anything fashionable vintage wise is hard to come by. With an excellent charity shop next door, clothes being left in piles on the street and garage sales appearing weekly I have been fastidiously stockpiling awaiting the right pair of shoes or cycling shorts to complete the look. I love Brunswick.

Friday, 29 October 2010

Boom Town for Crack Magazine



Friday night and I’m sat outside Milton Keynes train station, it rains as I watch as festival goers arrive and leave, I pick them out easily amongst the sea of trackies and 90’s emo kids. Concrete and glass surrounds, two and a half hours pass and finally a transit van comes hurtling around into the car park and into the bus lane. My suitcase is thrown in the back; a rum and ginger (heavy on the rum) is thrust in my hand and we’re off.


The festival; Boomtown Fair, the location; a field in the grounds of a classical show house built in the 1600’s, now home to Stowe School and a garden centre. We enter through an impressively long drive and there’s an obelisk in the distance. We’re ushered into park behind the Lion’s Den (reggae tent). In the van behind are Tom and Luke from Wales soon to be our wingmen for the weekend. Already a culture has been established, we trade cider for mushrooms and water for, well, other stuff. It’s a good trade and seals our friendship.

We are led into the night, I adopt the customary Friday night policy of getting totally obliterated sans supper, after my losing my mind in a dance tent post The Wurzels, I spend daybreak dry retching in the woods. Wide-eyed and belly aching we head back into town to explore the realities of daylight; failing to recover the brand new coat gifted to Lucy a day ago, she winces.

You can read more of my write up for Crack magazine by clicking here.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Unsuspecting opening


The shop opened to a full house with salmon on rye, beer and fizz. A high proportion of the turnout arrived adorned with plants in pots ready to flourish; decoration for the newly painted white interior. Once a kitchen, the space now neatly housed a generous shop floor, complete with changing room (old bathroom space), imginative clothing rails and modest desk, minimal and yet resoundingly chic.


My trailing ivy has found a new home


Mohson and Sam chewing the proverbial phat

Entertainment was provided by Raoul, muse, model and musician, he perfomed tracks featured on the ep which accompanies Makin's look book for this season.


Raoul in action

Friday, 15 October 2010

An evening on Kate


It began with the arrival of Jessica; she had come to visit on route from Bristol to Berlin. It was wonderful to have her for the night. We ate supper and headed into town first stop the opening of Kate Spade's pop up store on Henrietta Street. The recently vacated language school in the heart of Covent Garden had been lavishly converted to reflect Kate's tastes and style, a kind of home from home. The concept being all the things Kate loves, decked out with retro styling, four poster bed, vintage furniture and picture booth, this was a quality operation. To drink, champagne, Tom Collins and long island iced teas; to eat mini hamburgers, mini pastrami sandwiches and mini rib type things - no vegetarian, fortunately I’d already eaten. We wandered up the white wooden staircase into the upstairs front, where The Like were performing, an LA all girl outfit with looks totally in keeping with the brand. Post performance they wandered around and chatted, the atmosphere was welcoming, relaxed and friendly. I met up with my friend Kyson who had helped with the project, he was on form. V.V.Brown who seems to be doing well in the US, was up next with a dj set. Each room had a different theme to it, handbags were displayed on a feature wall using vintage hooks, jewellery on the first, although slightly obscured by the crowd watching the band, the back room had a chilled vibe to it with folk perched on the bed. I want to come back and have a good rummage around; there was lots of details to discover.

Jessica and Sarah get acquainted

Kyson very kindly rescued us from the toilet queue and took us up four flights of stairs to the top of the wonderful building.

The Like (my picture didn't turn out very well, need to invest in a new camera - again)

Great flooring

VV Brown looking great with her hair down

Kyson styling it

After saying our goodbyes and picking up two friends we headed to the Kate Moross for Firetrap party on Seven Dials just a short albeit cobbled walk away. In complete contrast the party was akin to walking into a rave with Major Lazers blaring out of the speakers, no canapés on offer and true house party style they had run out of mixers - vodka, rum and tequila were on offer. The goodie bags were randomly packed containing watches, knitted arm cuffs and snoods.


I think I'd began to loose momentum photographically at this point, Ophelia and fellow fur hat appreciator... just before we headed out of the door.

It was almost too much after the civilised offering at Kate Spade, we had a few drinks and decided to join up with friends back East ending our night at the Spurstow Arms, turning left out of London Fields Station I discovered a wonderful bakery with three men working fastidiously, I intend to return and buy bread at some point.


Elliot and Stella, "We'll have none of your fashion bullshit here" it's good to have friends that keep you grounded.

Baking boys, the bread looked good.

Monday, 4 October 2010

Shuffle shuffle suprise shuffle

Sometimes I surprise myself, take today for example, I feel like i've listened to all the music I have ten times over. I console myself with shuffle, low and behold my hifi comes alive, here's my top five


Ah nige, not everyone's cup of tea, but African music/dance has a place in my heart, it gets me moving.


Peter, Bjorn and John many wrote off these guys as a one hit wonder, the track begs to differ check out Let's call it off, also.


Weird hybrid that somehow works, perhaps it's the blues undertones that I find engaging.



Ed Solo and skool of thought got me back into Casual there take on Got it like that is particularly strong too.



My soul danced from the first play of this album I remember clearly the time, place and sun's level as I listened with intent. Such a monumental track, for a monumental time in my life, happy memories.

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Dylan tops

About a month ago surrounded by new company, I encountered a trumpet player obsessed with Dylan. I mentioned I was into him also and that I owned 13 of his albums on vinyl, he quizzed me "What's your favourite album?" I froze and blurted out Blonde on Blonde, which of course was a good but knee jerk selection, and so I've given it some thought, searched inside and come up with the following.

Here's my top five Dylan Albums

1. Desire (Hurricane)
2. Blood on the tracks (Meet me in the morning)
3. Basement Tapes 1 & 2 (Open the door Homer)
4. Blonde on Blonde (Sad eyed lady of the lowlands)
5. Highway 61 revisited (Tombstone Blues)


Dylan is really styling it on this cover, love the jacket.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Dimly lit LED

"It ain't the party, it's what you make of it", was certainly a phrase suited to LED, on paper the line-up looked OK, yet it failed to really amount to much. Fortunately I hadn't scraped together the £70 required for a weekend ticket, if I had, I would have been more miffed. I sense the festival was trying to be too many things to too many people and not really hitting the mark, a melting pot of dance sounds does have the potential to work however in this case it didn't. The crowd was a mixed bag of agenda's that clashed in interpretation, nothing seemed to capture my interest, it was low format, easy to the point of basic, save a choice few. Catchphrases aside, the acts which delivered were Aphex Twin (who shone out amongst the rest, Die Antwoord even got in on the act appearing on stage with a microphone) and quite possibly Leftfield - if it wasn't for the leery 40 year olds who felt the only way to show appreciation to the music was to dance with their elbows at right angles to their bodies knocking everything in there path. My female friends weren't able to withstand the bruising and retired to a safe distance (we were already at a perceived safe distance). We did however have an excellent weekend courtesy of the extra help of a house conveniently adjacent to Victoria Park and an amazing host. The post festival parties of which there were many provided the release we had sought all day. I failed to return home all weekend as the vibe was that inclusive. I made my escape late Sunday with the knowledge that my bed’s owner was on route back from Shambala. With a heavy heart I bid goodbye to my fellow temporary housemates and wobbled away on my bicycle.


A blurry picture of Aphex Twin and Die Antwoord, we were dancing collectively at this point, creating a circle of power to ward off the haters.


Friday night's Soulwax, they were meh, down to the sound on the mainstage being SHOCKINGLY poor, that and the fact that their new stuff sounds like their old stuff.


This was also Friday, in fact the first thing we saw, I was mesmerised in by the contrast in height of the two men on stage.


Annie Mac, it started to rain, so went inside, I was surprise by how many people listened to Radio 1, perhaps that was where the problem lay.


Radio 1 listener?


Leftfield, padded protection advised.


Whilst we were in the ridiculously long guestlist queue this girl decided to take off all her clothes (unaware that there were at least a 100 people watching) and take a pee, it brightened our day up somewhat.


Team.


A party we escaped to, the theme was hidden faces.