Here at the interns, we take our duty of festival-attending very seriously, even if it means travelling around the world to satisfy those needs. We’ve collected invaluable information along the way which has been helpfully collated into an easily-digestible infographic that compares and contrasts two of the best festivals of the world. Splendour in the Grass VS Coachella: which will you choose?
Dicks, we’ve all seen them. And while you can enjoy them at your leisure, you never want to be personified as one. Festivals have become a natural habitat for ‘the dick’ – defined as a festival-goer who feels that their experience is infinitely more important than the bucket-hat wearing chap to their right or the lass to their left with the flash tattoo.
Festivals are great. Where else can you see 14 bands in one day, pash a stranger and dance like an exotic parakeet in a remote tent and return to work on Monday with a job? BUT sometimes we need to remember that the festival experience is far more pleasant when you remember that you should treat people the way you would like to be treated, also known as harmony.
Aunty Meredith, the mystical person behind Meredith and Golden Plains festivals, has done an excellent job of creating a ‘No Dickhead’ policy, that makes the festivals the most harmonious on the festival calendar. Over the summer we’ve witnessed some of the most excellent people (FKA Twigs, the girl who told me she liked my hat and the tall guy who moved to the left so we could see Drake) and some of the most terrible people (the guy who thought he was the only person who could rap every word to Niggas In Paris, the people who said Twerkshop was a waste of time at Falls Festival and those who let off flares) at festivals. The fact is, festivals are really easy to hate on. Local councils love to do it, it makes a great story for the media and your parents also like to. Prove them wrong and show that a festival is safer than the toilet paper aisle at Woolworths.
In anticipation of Golden Plains this weekend and as a reflection on our experience at festivals this summer here is how not to be a dickhead at festivals – the interactive art experience*.
*It’s not interactive but if you print it out and buy a marker it can be.
Take a walk down memory lane with us as we dig up your music past and lay it out in a handy infographic. Scroll down and be taken to a land where Myspace was hot, Michael Jackson was still alive and 128MB cost you $33. Welcome back to 2005:
With St Jerome’s Laneway Festival just around the corner, the time has come for all you festival-goers to get up to scratch with the artists that will be on display. In order to connect with the youth of today, we thought we’d present some of the musicians in an easily-identifiable format. Swiping fingers at the ready…
Swipe right for conversation with Courtney.
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/milk-records-2/pickles-from-the-jar-courtney[/soundcloud]
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/banksbanksbanks/banks-beggin-for-thread[/soundcloud]
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/capturedtracks/passing-out-pieces[/soundcloud]
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/partisan-records/nerve-endings[/soundcloud]
Swipe right for conversation with FKA twigs.
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/st_vincent/digital-witness[/soundcloud]
Swipe right for conversation with Vic.
[soundcloud width=”750″ height=”200″]https://soundcloud.com/fuck-vic-mensa/down-on-my-luck[/soundcloud]
Laneway Festival kicked off in Singapore and Auckland last weekend. For full lineup + tickets to the Australian shows, click here.
Saturday 31 January – Brisbane Showgrounds (16+)
Sunday 1 February – Sydney College Of The Arts SOLD OUT
Friday 6 February – Harts Mill, Port Adelaide (16+)
Saturday 7 February – Footscray Community Arts Centre And The River’s Edge, Melbourne
Sunday 8 February – Esplanade Park and West End, Fremantle
So here’s the thing, people like lists. As in, people really like lists. People love lists. Chained to our computer for up to 8 hours a day, it’s almost inevitable some portion of that day, for which I may just remind you, you are demanding a salary for, will be spent scrolling, zombie-mode on, through list upon list upon list, quantifying and categorising everything from the day’s cutest cat imagery to American states ranked according to the size of their zucchini produce.
If nothing else, in a reality where Buzzfeed is not the savior but the surrender, we all indulge in a little list loving come three thirty; a difficult stage of the day for all nine to fivers, where eyes simply glaze over, and we begin to run our callous-tipped index finger down a silken mouse pad as if it were a lover withholding that final shiver. Come three thirty, we abandon responsibility and deadline in favour of scrolling like daft sloths through a list, well listing,15 Mezmerising GIFs That Will Distract You From Reality, or 10 Cronuts You Simply Must Try Before You Die…. at which point death is likely to occur from over-cronut-consumption.
It’s becoming increasingly hard to deny that as our interest in lists sky-rocket, there’s a concurrent decline in well, really giving a discerning fuck or two about what information they might impart. Cueee, Clickbait.
So, in a landscape where it takes mere miracle to shake us from our list stupor, there are only a few that really manage to catch our whole, wide-eyed attention. Anything to do with Forbes’ highest earners or Victoria’s Secret models is a good place to start. A close second however is Pitchfork’s recently released The 100 Best Albums of the Decade so Far. Offering up a trip down memory lane for the musically-inclined and a springboard for debate surrounding exclusions and oversights, Pitchfork’s king of lists is filled with nuanced commentary to testify for each album’s inclusion from a range of witty-come-cynical contributors.
Spanning 5 pages and 100 album titles however we understand it may appear an overwhelming charge for the less seasoned listers tackle so, in order to ensure that everyone has equal opportunity to feign music credibility for the next couple of days, we’ve done the dirty work for you and created an all informative info-graph. Cliff notes Ahoy!
It’s been three years since Kimbra‘s last record Vows and in that time she’s clearly done a lot of exploration. Kimbra’s first taste off the new album, 90s Music, left many people scratching their heads. Gone were the days of the conventional songster and in its place an artistic innovator and risk-taker had emerged. While 90s Music is the most out-there cut on The Golden Echo as a whole it’s an album that has different surprises at every turn. Whether that be an explosive chorus, vocal manipulation or an orchestral fanfare, The Golden Echo is not a record to act as background music.
For those who were a fan of Kimbra’s well-crafted debut, Vows, there is still plenty to enjoy on this new one. Carolina is a straight-forward soul number with oozing melodies while Miracle is an 80s-tinged funk jam that has seemingly been inspired by Prince. For every conventional moment there is a left-of-centre turn. Teen Heat‘s staccato-driven chorus explodes from mellow instrumentation and Waltz Me To The Grave has the grandiose of a slightly skewed Viennese Waltz. Below we’ve summed up our review of the album in an infographic to make it simpler to dissect some of our many thoughts about this ever-surprising record.
For those who want to play along at home you can stream The Golden Echo here.
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