EP09 – day two recap
You’ll find reviews of some of yesterday’s gigs, as published in today’s Daily Ticket , down the page. Here’s a list of other gigs and sights which caught the eyes and ears. I’ll go along with Rosemary’s review below of …
You’ll find reviews of some of yesterday’s gigs, as published in today’s Daily Ticket , down the page. Here’s a list of other gigs and sights which caught the eyes and ears.
I’ll go along with Rosemary’s review below of Marina & The Diamonds. Super-confident performance from the Welsh-Greek lady and her band. Every song came with a boom and a bash of eager, in-your-face finesse. Also the first performer of the weekend to big up her Twitter followers.
Lovely laidback folky vibes from Providence’s The Low Anthem who were the very definition of beguiling during their soft, sweet and very gentle set.
With the host as high as a kite from the night before (that’s what you get from biffing a Biffo), Ryan Tubridy’s Festival Revue was packed to the gills as people crowded in to take a gawk at the new Gaybo. Excellent handling of guests (including Jon Snow), audience and hecklers. Dude will go a long way.
For as long as this blog has been running, readers have been bigging up The Walkmen. For as long as this blog has been running, I’ve been going “yeah, right, whatever”. Readers, I was wrong. Within 30 seconds of watching them play EXACTLY the kind of US indie-rock that I like (instant reaction: they’re like The National with a snarl), I knew I was wrong. They played a song at the end called “The Rat” which was – yeah, you know – just totally awesome. I’m now open for grinds in The Walkmen, if readers want to re-up.
LCD Soundsystem lads James Murphy and Pat Mahoney played their feet-first mash of old-school New York City spiritual disco. Even though we probably all have the Fabric album and we’ve probably also heard many of those cuts before, it was a set which still cut a spirited dash.
Caught a few minutes of the Leviathan debate on something or other. The problem with the Leviathan debates year in and year out at EP is that even when host David “Maccer” McWilliams manages to get someone between the crosshairs of his rifle – in this case, Green Party professional grump Dan Boyle – he then allows some gobshite to take over the mic and the target gets to escape. People over-estimate the importance of democracy, you know.
My pre-fest prediction was that Chic would steal the show and a rake of post-midnight texts appear to confirm that notion. The perfect soundtrack for turning a big tent in a muddy field into the biggest disco in Co Laois. Every tune, every hit, every golden moment dusted off and recast with magic dust galore.
Unfortunately, I only saw a sliver of Explosions In The Sky, but it was a sliver which was dramatic and honeycombed and as darkly sexy as the night.
Lamb are back. Lou Rhodes still coos like the angel at your shoulder, while the beats subtly switch gears to find the kind of momentum no amount of stimulants could help you recreate.
Onwards, then, to the after-hours circuses. The nature of the Daily Ticket with its cast-in-stone (and on the stone) printing deadline means we never quite get around to covering these carnivals and more’s the pity. While people will always bitch and gripe about the lack of heavy-hitters on the line-up, the fact is that, just as Oxegen kids to to Punchestown for a Bebo rave-up, EP-goers are also as much about the stuff which happens when the lights go out and the PAs fall silent in the main arenas. The Silent Disco, the Village Hall, the gramophone disco, the posh crusties at Arcadia and the rave-up in the yoga tent all feature in my notes from last night with Daft Punk’s “One More Time” as the soundtrack.
It’s the final day and night. The All-Ireland starts in three hours. Brace yourselves….