A festival isn’t just about the music, it is about the feeling, the atmosphere, the location and the people, and Rock im Dorf had the perfect balance between all of them
Day 2 kicked off with the screaming hot sun beating down on a very hungover “schädl” and despite battling with the heat in an attempt to sleep, there was no other option but to venture off into the glaring sun to watch the afternoon’s football tournament. It was energy-sapping sitting on the sidelines watching, drinking and thinking, so respect to the many who took to the field to run around hungover, or most likely still drunk from the night before.
Not being able to take drinks into the festival itself, and the fact that you could see/hear a lot of the bands from the shady refuge of the trees and the crisply refreshing water of the stream, meant that some of the bands lost out to the amber nectar in the late afternoon as many worked on their beer tan and got warmed up for the evenings shenanigans.
Chronic City were the first band which drew us away, from the sweet sweet shade, but not for long. While their music is mightily ear-friendly on the radio, somehow it just didn’t seem to work on stage this time around. The distance between band and audience didn’t help matters. Back to the shade for more beer.
Olympique had the difficult task of coaxing people out of the shade next, and they managed to get a few rather drunken on-goers to go crazy up front, but like Chronic City before them they failed to really hit the spot here. The Reason I Came is without doubt their stand out tune, but the rest of their tracks, which are actually very good, simply didn’t do it, and it seemed as if the band knew that too.
Mother’s Milk were missed due to the need to return to the camp for refueling. A day of sun, too much drink and pretty much a weekend of Leberkäse nutrition was not the best foundation for an evening which was only just starting.
By the time we returned to the bustling crowd Steaming Satellites were building up the anticipation for their appearance. When they finally did hit the stage it was a performance which was probably the best of the weekend. This band is without doubt one of the most talented and promising Austrian bands out there at the moment, and they were well worth the wait.
The crowd were now more than awake and ready for the final act of the weekend on the main stage, Gudrun Von Laxenburg. It is not the music you would listen to on a Sunday morning with a cup of coffee, unless you have, what they call in upper-Austria a “Klescher”, a word I learnt while at the festival. Their performance was exactly what the crowd needed however to go out with a bang at this festival, and they worked them into a royal sweat. As the gig progressed though the sad realization kicked in that the festival was almost over. There was still enough time though for a little stumble across the field into the sawmill for a cheeky Leberkäse and a few more laughs.
A festival isn’t just about the music, it is about the feeling, the atmosphere, the location and the people, and Rock im Dorf had the perfect balance between all of them. It was fun Rock im Dorf. Keep up the good work.