It was a seriously great relief falling out of this end of summer with a dissertation in one hand and a ticket to ArcTanGent Festival in the other. I realised it was the feeling most of my peers had experienced over a year before. Instead, I had been blindly stumbling into more education, excitedly ignoring any sort of long-term fiscal responsibility and anchoring myself to bar-jobs and cleaning.
ATG was everything I really want from a small festival. A few years ago you may have caught me getting misty eyed about 2000 Trees, but now, I’m on a different tip. One where I’d rather the lead singer vomits and downs a Tesco bottle of whiskey than sings Thunder Road in the middle of a campsite. And that’s pretty much (exactly) what I found at ATG. One of the highlights (apart from Tall Ships opening their DJ set with Jurassic Park, and beginning my day with DDP yoga) was the St. Pierre Snake Invasion. I only managed to catch their second set of the weekend – which saw them suffering from their first set’s celebrations, and suffering quite hard – but they powered through with Damien Sayell lead singing in the middle of the tent. Filtering their sarcasm through a subtle blend of post-hardcore and punk rock and with a big fucking measure of anger they put on an awesome show. It’s fun to listen to a band with a lot of hate for the same things as you, and fortunately we both hate Razorlight, so as soon as The Last Words of A Bent Cop (above!) came on, I knew that they were probably the band for me. So if, as the days grow shorter and grimer, you’re looking for a little bit of anger in your life, go buy their latest EP (and probably their first as well). It’s not free, but neither are the toilets at Paddington.
P.s stay tuned for those 2000 Trees interviews I promised. Coming super soon…