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Hairdye, trousers, hats and sunglasses, wineboxes, brie and three different real ales. Ice cream from the vicar and egg rolls from the Rotary Club. Comfy cushions for sale and unsuitable heels. Truck isn't really much like a festival, just a lot of bands playing for their mates at somebody's Dad's place. But they let the public in at £20 a pop and hey it doesn't suck. Nice cosy field. One stage on the back of a flat-bed, one in a barn, the other two in tents that are just not quite big enough.

We started off with loud stuff (tired from last night) and went into the barn. Spartacus didn't quite get the audience participation going (I am Spartacus!, he shouted. No reply.) but Smilex had it down to a fine art. I was too short to see anything except for three girls in turquoise tops giving a guy in a deck chair in the audience in front of me a lap dance, which actually looked quite dangerous (they did have trousers on too), but the music sounded nice. Oh, and the lead singer called us cunts. Or did we call him cunts? I forget. Cunt calling occured.

After that we ran! Like the wind! In order to catch Vic Twenty in the tent (I'm quite fast over short distances) who really are *just right*. Great clothes, smart tunes, rude words, very cute. I want to draw them (though I don't have time right now). Then I walked in circles for a bit. Even at the smallest festivals, the things you like clash with each other, and the things you don't, do too.

But after that there were sweet and dreamy Butterflies of Love followed by Trademark, the first of several bands to look rather dwarfed by the main stage. To be fair, the main stage *was* sprung on them; but the charm of flip-charts, OHPs, studded lab coats and maths breaks had problems penetrating out into a field-full of wind-swept haircuts.

What then? Oh yeah, heh. Lews Tunes & Nobsta Nuts, the Welsh hip-hop band. The only Welsh hip-hop band? Possibly. Certainly unique. One guy in a pink fairy dress with a mate in boxer shorts. Frighteningly talented DJ dressed in green shiny fat man's pajamas. Much crotch-grabbing. Wonder if hip-hop stars suffer a loss of sensation after a while?

Slow right down after that for British Sea Power. I thought I hadn't seen them, but I remembered who they were the moment I saw the plastic heron on stage. They'd also put bits of trees all over the place which slowly dissolved out into the crowd as the set went on. Towards the end, one of the band members made like a monkey and dangled himself off the cross-scaffold of the stage while a man in a red shirt scowled at him and protectively hugged his speaker stack. I'll probably forget that I saw them again, though.

After that the ex-lead singer of Ride had his set so we went and played with the video-projections that run in the tents after dark. The main tent was alternating between pounding beats and technical problems, the chill-out tent was trying to compensate with stuff from the dancier end of trance and video wall projections on the ceiling. But Boy Scout tents (even the big ones) are really too small to dance in, though they had an interesting cityscape/text thing going in the projections for a while.

I can't remember a bloody thing about the Brotherhood of Fish.

For the best results, read with these photos by mzdt.


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22nd Jul, 2003 03:06 (UTC)
Vic Twenty
I was going to insist that the band name was surely Vic 20 (like the computer), but, then I discovered they have a web site (http://www.victwenty.com/) which proves me wrong, wrong, wrong.
22nd Jul, 2003 08:13 (UTC)
Brotherhood of Fish
There's a band called Brotherhood of Fish? The only thing that could be better than that is if the band members are all Trappist monks. :-)

(Or failing that an extremely cool EBM band)

(Or better yet, both!)
22nd Jul, 2003 09:00 (UTC)
Not Trappist monks. I'm afraid
22nd Jul, 2003 13:02 (UTC)
Changing the subject slightly....
you were lucky you didn't come to Oxfam. That Elise was a royal pain in the arse. Me and J-P were hoping you'd turn up and Sort Her Out, though. Me, him and Meriel priced and shelved in grim silence, with occasional breaks to slag her off quietly. I nearly walked out at one point.
23rd Jul, 2003 02:25 (UTC)
Re: Changing the subject slightly....
er, ooops.

take it I wasn't as signed out as I thought I was?

(will be there this Sat)
23rd Jul, 2003 07:54 (UTC)
Re: Changing the subject slightly....
Actually, don't know if you were signed out or not... was too dozy to check. Quite possibly you were.
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