There was a slight hangover lurking somewhere in the back of the head as day two started with Nowhere Train, once again in Flex. We hadn’t heard much from this band before, but after a recommendation from a trustworthy source we decided to give them the once over. The slight hangover was soon forgotten, and incredibly all without the help of a beer thanks to Nowhere Train’s irresistible mixture of happy-go-lucky folk indie which is impossible to not smile too. The band really seemed like they enjoyed every minute of being on stage. This genuineness rubbed off on the fans as well as almost everyone left the gig with a smile on their face. They should market this as music to cure hangovers too, they would make shitloads of money. More photos HERE.
We then popped our heads into the Flex Cafe for Illute, and once again their was a massive gap between the crowd and the band. Nice music which actually suited sitting down. I am sure if one person had dragged a bench up close to the band then the rest would have followed.
My heart belongs to Cecilia Winter was next on the list, another band which we didn’t know too much about prior to the festival, and a band which also ended up positively surprising us. Guitarist/singer Thom Luz came out looking like he had been caught in a fight with a chicken on the way to a Michael Stipe fan convention, but it didn’t stop him and the femme fatale Bassist/singer Betty Fischer from putting on a rather magical show. Delightful indie pop to the core. More photos HERE.
The big decision was now lurking between two bands in very different stages of their careers. Stay in Flex for German indie legends SLUT or head over to Fluc to see up and coming Mozes and the Firstborn? I decided to have another drink and listen to Kristoffer and the Harbourheads in the Flex Cafe while mulling over what felt like the most important decision of the year so far. The Swedes were as good as their albums and they even got a fair number of people to get off their arses and enjoy it, although they did have to ask nicely for this. Sweden has a reputation for making indie pop bands, and KATH pulled out one danceable indie tune after another.
The time finally came to make a choice and that was to swim against the literal waves of people heading to Flex for Slut and go to Fluc. Although the decision was a hard one, it only took a matter of seconds for us to realize that this was the right choice. We have been fervent advocators of the quality of Mozes and the Firstborn’s album, and we only needed to hear the first few chords of the first song to feel guilty about even considering missing this one.
Words like amazing, brilliant, fantastic are bandied about far too often, and we are guilty of this ourselves, adding fuck to sentences to increase the emotion is also done too often…. BUT this band IS. FUCKING. AMAZING. Without doubt the best gig of the opening two days, by a mile (that is 1.609344km to be exact for people who grew up on mainland Europe). More photos HERE.
Things started to get a little bit hazy after this as we trundled down to the Fluc Wanne for the 2nd best band of the first two days, BRNS. Their experimental pop rock noise reminded me a little bit of the 3rd Foals album, and they had no trouble getting the crowd moving. “Here the dead lies” , “Mexico” and “Deathbed” turned the Wanne into a resonate eden of musical bliss. My only problem with this band is that they have a name which is far too difficult to pronounce.