Wednesday, 18 July 2012

The Sountrack to Our Summer


N-Debz wears mostly Topshop with a side of Urban Outfitters.


A wears vintage cardi // customised H&M shorts // wellies that look vaguely Hunter-esque // M&S tights // Topshop parka //


This summer, and I do use that word somewhat cautiously,  has been a fantastic one for me and music.  I was fortunate enough to get tickets to the highly hyped Radio 1 Hackney Weekend, and treated myself to tickets for Wireless Festival in Hyde Park.  

The Hackney Weekend was quite frankly amazing, the inimitable N-Debz and I ran our way round the Marshes, and caught a surprising amount of top-notch music.  We got in way earlier than expected, so were in time to see the upbeat, good-time Bombay Bicycle Club, then skipped on over to see Labrynth who seriously never fails to impress me.  One of the biggest surprise treats of the day was the totally kooky, but wonderful and engaging performance that Santigold put on, and one of the let downs was the annoying crowd we had to endure to listen to Ben Howard, I'm covinced I would enjoy him a whole lot more in a smaller venue.  We squeezed in a quick rave to the brilliant Flux Pavillion, before falling asleep to Jessie J, no comment.  
Having seen Mr Tempah before, I wasn't too fussed to see him again, but Tinie killed it, he is a stellar performer.  Then the ethereal, slightly bonkers, but absolutely genius Florence and the Machine; she was not only the highlight of an excellent festival, but possibly of my summer.  We then chilled out and raved out to Magnetic Man, discovered the special guest was Dizzee Rascal, who, to be honest, has just been a bit disappointing since Boy in Da Corner and the Calvin Harris downward spiral.  I then dipped my toes in the water of Chase and Status, but couldn't really get into it, maybe my taste is getting less heavy?  We then escaped the Marshes to run halfway across Stratford to find a random pub to watch the extra time and penalties of that fateful Italy match, sorry to stir painful memories!

Wireless was a completely different beast.  There were a lot fewer acts on a lot fewer stages, and there were a lot more people!  But apart from that, we had a pretty darn good day.  We arrived deliberately late in order to miss Cher Lloyd Stooshe, and Pitbull, nothing personal, but bang on schedule to start the day skanking to Flux Pavillion, who are fast becoming firm favourites.  We then unleashed our inner gangsters to A$AP Rocky, who has been called 'rap's new superstar', but whatever, he spits catchy, amusing lyrics, ignoring the misogynistic overtones.  
Wellies spun as we raced to the mainstage to enjoy a Rizzle Kicks set which was energetic, fun, and full of old-school hip hop spirit.  J Cole's set suffered somewhat due to the very heavy rain, but he put on a stoic performance nonetheless.  I then wished I could have fallen asleep through Jessie J again, but no such luck.  Rihanna was the surprise of the day, putting on an absolutely blinding show, singing, dancing, generally looking beautiful and we raved through the rain.  

And that's pretty much that.  Recommendations would be Santigold, Flux Pavillion, and Tinie Tempah.  I'm assuming you've already heard Florence and the Machine, if not, where have you been?

A x

No comments:

Post a Comment