We were in Brighton again this May for the Great Escape Festival, a music industry event seemingly locked in a permanent state of downward facing repetition.
Whether it be the music industry 'experts' lamenting the impact of streaming on their pay packets (while simultaneously slapping each other's backs) or the increasing dearth of talent in the hundreds of bands playing, it's easier to bleat on about what it lacks rather than what's there. In keeping with the tradition of the event, our behaviour was just as (if not) more feral than last year. Here's a condensed list of things we discovered about Brighton and our psyches.
1. The Wetherspoon's breakfast is a total monster and less than five quid. It even has those sausages with the foreskins (see above). Delicious.
2. Brighton's tequila doesn't taste of anything. Our birthday boy drank seven laced pints before he realised that each one contained a shot. It didn't even touch the sides bruv.
4. The newsagents of Brighton seem to stock poppers as a matter of course. We went to loads of newsagents and room odouriser was always to be seen kicking it on the counter. Bizarre.
5. Mumdance and Novelist were pure fire at the XL Recordings showcase at Coalition. As one of the few things we saw, this was fucking well good. 'Hold tight mumsy'.