With pupils like mini black-holes, a millennia of festivalers converged on the mid-strength beer sodden grounds once more yesterday. Saturday spoilt us all for choice, as an eclectic mix of international and local talent graced the stages throughout the day. We got down and dirty with everyone to serve up the top 5 for the day:
Canberra’s favourite funky outfit ushered in a gorgeous afternoon. Never have we been so happy to dance in ankle deep mud. One of the more emotional sets from the entire festival, these guys nailed it. Catch them in Sydney later this year – we’ll see you there.
We kid you not, on the way back to base from the shower this morning, a mature human adult who looked quiet worse for wear, up-ended himself into a wheelie. Obviously the guy had problems that he felt were best dealt with in his own way, but one thing is for sure, Splendour has started separating the boys from the men very quickly. The mud is taking no prisoners and few have managed to stay spotless because of it. We can’t see what all the stress is about. After all, what is a festival without a little war paint.
Is there anything Redbull can’t do? Seriously. This place is a constant party. They’ve been slaying it from the get go on Thursday night; hosting the finest electro/house produce on offer, we can’t keep our muddy little booties out off their premise. Definitely somewhere to go if you find yourself lost – forget you’re lost and boogie. P.s they stay up late… we like this.
“This isn’t your standard Saturday night…” Was the opening greeting from the Liverpool trio, and they weren’t wrong. Looking out over a sea of people this large very rarely happens even if you are the Wombats. At Splendour first in 2008, they’ve grown into a crowd fav. The Amphitheatre stage echo’d some of their classics like Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves) and also showcased some newer hits. Was it good? Well, There are fewer moments in this world that will ever compete with ‘Your body is a weapon’ under the stars in the middle of the bush.
Florence and her band were extremely accommodating to those less fortunate than themselves. Their set, though slow, was nothing short of spectacular. The cold winter fog provided the perfect ambiance and medium for their songs and no doubt helped carry their grandiose sound to the far corners of the Parklands. Collectively lulling the audience to sleep with ‘Dog days are over’ was the perfect end to an ideal Day 2. Tomorrow spells out the last day, so we turned in after Florence to get the beauty sleep we need to kill it on the flip side.
