Right I’ve just about got over my rather epic hangover from this weekends festivities, here’s what went down.
Yes it’s SlothBoogies all encompassing and completely professional & in no way complete review of Field Day 2015. This year however I wasn’t on a stag do so perhaps things might be a little more accurate, but my £10 pint of mojito at 12:30 might have been the start of my downfall, more on that later.
The day started out, as so often happens with these things. Knocking down the doors of a really nice pub in mile end as soon as they opened.
Away from the baying hordes I was destined to spend the day with. The sun was shining as our group amassed ourselves around nice beer and comfortable chairs fully aware this was the last time such comforts would make an appearance again for a while.
So we left the warm embrace of the pub, headed towards Victoria park, following the booms of the soundsystems and got stuck in. This year we were pleasantly surprised to find there were no queues to speak of. Other than rather over enthusiastic dog searches from the local police, but we were all inside within a matter of minutes. This early entry might be because of our keenness to catch mr Vynehall & the Hackney Colliery Band who shared a couple of the first slots of the day.
I caught about 20mins of the Hackney Collery Band, the crowd seated but appreciative of the big band who huffed and puffed their way through a few songs I didn’t know but nevertheless we’re bloody great. I’ve got a massive soft spot for the ‘hip-hop brass band’ genre and throughly enjoyed it whilst getting my first beer in.
Then the aforementioned mojito…
Mojito in hand onto Leon, who absolutely smashed it, he looked a little sheepish after turning up half an hour late, but it was midday and I doubt he’d gone to bed the night before with his teddy & a cup of coco at 10pm… so we’ll let him off this time. In fact he really was one of the highlights of the day, house of dupree was dispatched from the, impressively loud, soundsystem and the half empty tent of early arrivals erupted into whoops & whistles. It was almost like the starting gun on the days marathon rave had gone off.
After calming down from Vynehall I decided to explore the festival a bit, last year I felt the production lacked somewhat even considering they put the festival up & down in a week or so. This year however they had upped their game, nice fences, ‘festively’ signs, and a new layout meant there we’re lots of trees to lounge under & around – mainly used by people who’d ‘overindulged’ by like 3pm…. on that note, come on London thats really not good enough – 3hrs in and I must have seen at least 50 people totally mandown. Anyway enough of early rave casualties, and onto the food, street feast were there and loads of others including Voodoo Rays & the Meantime brewery – providing a vastly improved culinary experience which I got fully stuck into, mac & cheese & some currios, a Meantime & I was feeling great. I explored the Jagerhouse thing, I had no idea who the bands we’re but it seamed cool although, even for this battle hardened sloth, Jager after all that food was going to be a step too far.
Now onto see a dad & son team play some techno (sic Thump). Daniel Avery & Andrew Wetherall were awesome, everyone was in the spirit. Despite my reservations about essentially programming 11 hours of techno the bugged out stage was buzzing, and showing no sign of slowing down & I’d been shown what for.
Then onto Floating Points at the Resident Advisor tent, now I’m not sure who was playing before but it was an interesting segway to say the least. But thats my personal taste, and thats exactly what Floating points delivered. Afrobeat & obscure jazzy house got the tent bumping. Literally the whole crowd swapped from wide eyed 19 year old girls in short shorts on each others shoulders to check shirted late 20’s / early 30’s bearded men with vans on playing imaginary trumpets – a sight to see in itself.
After a pit stop to stock up on beer cans it was onto what I was hoping would be one of the main events of the day Marcell Dettmann & Ben Klock. Now I’ve never had the opportunity to see either of these 2 before (I don’t think) and was well up for it. So we bailed midway into the tent and got our dancing shoes on trying to pretend it was 5am not, 5pm… My knowledge of techno is somewhat limited but it was an all out assault of fist pumping, can’t dance fast enough, big ups, big downs, expertly teased, 4 deck mastery in my opinion, and it seemed to pull the crowd through the windy afternoon.
Walking bleary eyed and worn out from the tent we headed for the main stage to see what mr Todd Terje had to say at the main stage, after last years disappointment of not doing the live thing I wasn’t holding my breath. But I did have entry to the ‘pit’, the bit where the cameras & speakers are infront of the crowd barriers for his first 3 songs so I thought I’d give that a whirl. At least if he just did a DJ set I could shout from much closer than anyone else. So I got there and tried to look professional and not drunk, which I failed to do on both accounts, I stood there swaying slowly trying really hard not to get in anyones way and pulled out my camera, I had some serious ‘size’ based lens competition from some of the guys there so I stuck it on auto and took some photos that are probably loads worse than anyone else’s, but hey. I then left & went to find my crew, and I got there just in time for inspector norse, and even though I’ve heard this soo soo many times over the years it’s still a masterpiece and the live elements added some feeling and AND he had fucking dancing girls, enough said, fair do’s, 10/10.
Alas, my field day ended short here, but I’m assured that John Talabot & Caribou were excellent & were the pick of the crop of the headliners and did the rest of the day justice.
So it got bigger, it got better, and still didn’t feel formulaic. Field Day pushes a wide variety of great music and caters for soo many tastes in one day, all you can do is applaud the continuing success that it is & look forward to next year.