24th July
For one weekend a year the picturesque town of East Lulworth is transformed from an idyllic seaside town to a raucous weekend creche, the otherwise peaceful cove invaded by hoards of middle class families with their brood of "little angels". I can hear you asking - why on earth would a 19 year old student find herself at a small family orientated music festival? And more importantly, why did she choose this above Latitude and Glade which were around the same time? The honest answer is, it was cheap, the timing was right, and me and my fellow enthusiast weren't aware of the full extent of the family based theme.
But we made the best of it (and also made sure we camped in the non-family bit, screaming toddlers at 6am is not what I signed up for).
Friday's entertainment started with VV Brown, playing all three singles - "Leave", the new'un "Shark in the Water" and "Crying Blood" - which, much to the audience's delight, she repeated in a reggae fashion. Brilliant. As the evening dragged on, and after an alcoholic afternoon of outrageously priced Scandinavian lager, me and my accomplice trudged to see Hayseed Dixie. I was slightly put off by the fact that my parents are avid fans of these Deep South heros - but clad in what can only be described as stereotypical lesbian attire and armed with banjos, these fellas did not disappoint! They rattled through AC/DC over after motorhead cover, with their cheeky drawls and hilarious impromtou solos. Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls" was given a whole new dimension. However their crowning glory was an original, a song written after a painful break up entitled "Poop in a Jar" - it may sound purile, but it was simply genius. Florence and the Machine followed, with Welchy belting out her new album and oscillating wildly around the stage, throwing herself from one side to the other. She seemed to relish the amount of ankle-biters who had been hoisted onto their parent's shoulders - she obviously didn't have to put up with the little blighters 24/7 on camp.
To round the night into a neat first night bow, we ran between the two headliners of the night - Frankie Boyle in the Big Top indoor stage, and Kid Creole and the Coconuts on the Castle Main Stage - both proved to be equally funny. Frankie Boyle started off a little predictably, churning out the Mock the Week classics but then pulled his weight with some unfamiliar material, all of which totally inappropriate for the young audience - which only made it even funnier. After listening to most of his set, we managed to scurry to Kid Creole just in time to hear "Annie I'm Not Your Daddy" and "Don't Take My Coconuts". Absolute class.
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