EP09 – day one recap
You’ll find reviews of some of yesterday’s gigs, as published in today’s Daily Ticket , down the page. EP09 readers are now reading the mag on-site along with their morning muesli, skinny lattes and Buckfast. We’ve just heard that ALL …
You’ll find reviews of some of yesterday’s gigs, as published in today’s Daily Ticket , down the page. EP09 readers are now reading the mag on-site along with their morning muesli, skinny lattes and Buckfast. We’ve just heard that ALL copies of the paper have now been given out so if you didn’t get a copy, sorry about that.
Really enjoyed Major Lazer. Digidancehall bangers from Diplo, a hyperactive MC and a brace of grinning dancers. Much more on the up-stroke than the album. Loads of old ravers in the tent muttering to themselves about moving to Jamaica.
Beautiful set from Villagers down in the Body & Soul area with the crowd going unexpectedly nuts to a couple of new songs. Conor O’Brien’s songwriting has a faraway look in its eye, but has enough of the populist glue to bring record labels to the yard. They’re playing again on Sunday.
Can 30,000 people be wrong? Everyone turned up early in Stradbally (a full house were in early doors compared to other years in order to get full value for their €240 in these recessionary times) and all of them seemed to be watching MGMT doing the hippie-hippie prog-shake on the main stage. Hits and big choruses aside, I thought they were as flat as the proverbial pancake, but then again, maybe that was just me. And everyone I was with. And everyone I was talking to at breakfast. And the lads I met down at the hardware shop just now.
More main stage mehs – Orbital were also surprisingly on the flat side. The gig, indeed the night, was theirs for the taking but the Hartnolls obviously did not pack their carpe diem hats. Instead of taking the occasion by the scruff of the neck, they bobbed their miners lamps, played what we expected them to play and left to count the cash. Reason 1,452 why reunions just don’t work.
On the other hand, Buraka Som Sistema brought the beeps in fine style from Lisbon. Twist-and-shout crunky tech-funk with oomphing basslines from the kudura kadets. Now, that’s what we call a soundtrack.
Body & Soul love: fab couple of tunes from Kormac’s Big Band with the barbershop quartet vibe neatly dovetailing with some impeccable jazzsoulfunk breaks and beats. Best random find of the weekend so far: a string quartet playing on a wooden bench. Amazing how sweet “Paranoid Android” sounds without vocals.
DJ love: snap, crackle and pop electro set from Boy 8-Bit though the fact that the dude looks not unlike Sindo hack Barry Egan was slightly unnerving.
The ones that got away: I walked into one tent to see Peter Broderick only to hear him hope we have a great festival and watch him walk off the stage. Later, a girl came up to me and told me to tell OTR readers that she is going to marry Peter Broderick. Consider them told. Saw a song apiece from Efterklang and Wave Machines so, in the grand tradition of football writers not giving a mark out of 10 for late substitutions, they remain unreviewed.
It’s a brand new day at EP09.