|The Beacons campsite mist - By Kevin Lawson|
Despite my urban upbringing, I adore the countryside. Part of the joy for me moving to Yorkshire for University was the chance to be surrounded by such beautiful greenery, the vast expanses of hill and undulating land stretching out across the skyline, brushing the low hanging clouds. To me, it makes for a calmer mentality, a chance for escapism and emotional detox. In short, Yorkshire (or more specifically in this case, Skipton) is the perfect backdrop for a camping weekend away from day to day life, and even better for a festival. Despite the rain, my heavy bags and a miscommunication at the press tent that resulted in a pretty long walk, it was clear from the off that Beacons was going to be a unique, intimate and musically satisfying weekend.
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A trip to Judy’s Affordable Vintage Fair was then a necessity. Not only do I have quite the penchant for a good floral dress, but my badly packed luggage from the night before meant that the strap on my handbag had broken beyond repair. Luckily, Judy’s name doesn’t lie, because I managed to pick up a similar (and better quality) Italian red leather replacement for just £7. Considering how firmly fashion and music go hand in hand, it was a joy to see them provide such eclectic and fun clothing for such reasonable prices. With their vintage fair touring the country throughout September and October, Judy’s is worth keeping an eye out for.
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Subtle isn’t a word that applies to Future Of The Left (Stool Pigeon Stage), although they are equally suprising. Replacing Clock Opera, I had prepared myself for blatant, mindless noise, what I got instead was sharp, funny power rock that sounded as the Yorkshireman would say, shit hot. Singer Andrew Falco’s banter was on top form, even berating my over-eager housemate for 'wearing a hat indoors and having no rhythm’ . He gets away with being so obtuse because his band are good, and he knows it. Culminating in ‘Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues’ which is every bit as awesome and riduculous as it sounds, I am left with a ringing in my ears and a grin on my face.
|Future Of The Left by Kevin Lawson|
Extreme fandom propels me to the barrier in time for Wild Beasts (Stool Pigeon Stage), who perform an all encompassing set befitting of their headline status. A rare outing of oldie The Devil’s Crayon goes down just as well as anything from Smother, blending seamlessly into the inevitable ‘YORKSHIRE YORKSHIRE’ chants that swell out of the tent. Perhaps it is because they are coming to the end of the Smother tour, but their whole production seems more natural, an oversized jacket that they have finally grown shoulders broad enough for. Hayden Thorpe’s vocals are stronger than ever after months of practice, the shy smile that spreads across his face as he grasps the high notes of a particularly lusty rendition of Hooting and Howling enough to make all assembled females in attendance momentarily forget the horrors of the rain and the now overflowing portaloos. By the time they emerge for the encore, sporting badly cut balaclavas in homage to Pussy Riot, they have solidified the celebratory atmosphere in the air and reminded everyone that they are one of Britain’s best kept secrets.
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