Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Bestival 2014...


Lionel Richie's head

Hello. Is it me you’re looking for? It’s hard to miss a huge inflatable Lionel Ritchie head so this landmark proved to be a crucial geographical locater at this year’s Bestival. It was also great to sidle up to after 10 Tuborgs and just stare at in a weird way.

A Love from Outer Space

A Love from Outer Space has got much love from us on here but the Friday night in the Bollywood tent showed again why they are titans of the slo-mo house tech vibe. We arrived after getting hyped via Disclosure and Jon Hopkins and were really beginning to feel it. Like really feel it. We spent the entire set down the front shouting, whooping and smoking, then invited Sean Johnston out for a pint afterwarsds. He, unsurprisingly, declined the invitation.

HMS Bestival

Rob Da Bank and his missus were celebrating ten years of Bestival this year. And to mark the occasion they’d insisted on a nautical theme for the fancy dress antics. Not only that, but in one side of the festival there was the side of a ship where DJs played from. And fire was belched out of the turrents. It was fucking nuts and made for a gnarly vibe once dark had fallen. There were also scantily clad fire breathing dancers – bit Manumission like but the guy in the boat being dangled over the crowd was definitely a vibe.

Elton John

The original rocket man came to play. Play the hits. He’s got loads of them and made for a fine Sunday evening headliner before the rain came to play and piss on our parade. His enthusiasm for his back catalogue, outlandish garms and constant fist pumping was infectious. Plus he played everything you’d like to hear and a few new ones that you wouldn’t want to.

Crab and chips

It rained. Oh at times  it rained. It was muddy. And sometimes the sustenance vibe was the one thing that bucked a brother or a sister up when struggling through the third can of Tuborg and yet another tropical shower. The crab and chips stood out as good ballast material. Big up the crab.

The kids

Some of the kids were just really annoying. The ones on horse tranqs in particular. In fact much of the vibe seemed to be made up of people who’d be dipping into their vet’s stash and 'having a lovely time' as a result. But other kids were great. Some of them were there just to massage the ego. (‘You don’t look over 30 – no way are you 30 plus?!). Others were just vibes to sit a while with. Funny vibes. Bryan on the campsite who’d skived work to come and we’d tempted into having a morning bifta with us was particularly charming, even as he unravelled into a paranoid mess over missing work.

Boat vibes

Boaty vibes
Bleurgh vibes

The calm before the storm

The Dubai of the UK's south coast

Boating

More boating

A hedge on the Isle of Wight

Another hedge

Weeeey


Our destination

Rhino play

Tweet twoo

If massaging a granny is wrong, then I never want to be right



Thursday, 10 October 2013

On the phone to Kevin Saunderson

Speaking to heroes is a big thing and for many people (including me) they don't come much bigger than Detroit electronic legend Kevin Saunderson. We've lost our boxes many time to the late night rush that is his DJ sets while also danced and played his hits as Inner City in old factories, rehearsal studios and front rooms across the land. So it was a bit of a fucking pleasure to speak to him on the phone back in August.

Check out the interview on Hyponik or read it in full below...

 
 
 

Thursday, 29 August 2013

'I'm not much of a singer. More of a whistler really'

While the heat has been on outside, it's also been burning up through the speakers with some right wrong 'uns raising their heads above the parapet and saying 'hai'.





Sunday, 25 August 2013

Too. Hot. To. Blog. Part deux


So we've been having a shit load of fun over the last month or so. BIG FUN. We've visited Kew Gardens, eaten jerk at Brixton, got down to some serious tunes at the NTS radio all day rave up and drank many, many cans. Living life out of a blue plastic bag is always a pleasure...

Kebabs and a convertible
Breakfast

Gaunt crew

NTS outside rave up

The back of Super kebab. Aka 'where the magic happens'

Yeah mate

Teee hee
Brixton Splash - getting bashy

Jerk in a bag

Sasuage roll with extra cheese

Owl painting
Hangover ballast

Coppers round here will park anywhere so they can get into Super Kebab

First tin of Boddingtons this decade

Partridge disco - fucking students

fish face

Kew Gardens

Hello old friend

Peacottaging



Saturday, 24 August 2013

Too. Hot. To. Blog



It's been summer for a minute and the brevity with which the sun gets a hard on is so small, you've got to really make hay while the sun shines. It sent us so mad when it was at its height that we started punching each other in the face and arms for kicks. I shit thee not.

Ambulance outside Super Kebab. There's been a marder!
Pensionable pride vibes

DJ SOPHIE

Whatever you do. don't get in this bin

Semi balearic smoking vibes

Taking on the Turks at their own game

Cool

So shit faced it's almost hard to comprehend what was going on

Elephant's knee - aka - tea

Tapas ting

Summer tapas

The Skinny jeaned gardeners - aka 'cunts'

Brighton wedding ting



We had a wee blast of a trip to the seaside at the start of July to celebrate the wedding of our chums Hannah and Si. After dropping our shiz at the chintzy Air B'n'b we'd plumbed for, we descended on the beach where the public bit of the nuptials was all kicking off. There were drinks, we smoked fags, there were tears, laughs. Indeed it was as delightful as you can imagine with gallons of cava and beer all poured in to lube up the romantic vibe.


This romance turned increasingly wet and bashy as the day went on, partly due to the roasting heat and the huge amounts of ales being quaffed, supped and ingested. There was dancing, there were burgers and kids roaming as well as more dancing, more kids and more burgers. Woop.

It was all over too soon but big up to the happy couple for having us and congrats for tying les knot yeah. It was a total hoot. The following morning we attempted to seek out a greasy spoon only to be confronted by a veggie breakfast plus all the smug and white dreads you'd come to expect from such an eatery. The place was called Iydea. Don't you dare...

drunk

The wedding yard

Cakey ting

Shiiit

Inedible vegan nonsense

The perpetrators