Me and my bro/co-writer, Marcus, went to show some A Pocket Full Of Seeds love in physical form to LeeFest, beloved festival favourite of this blog. Being an inhabitant of East Anglia in the UK, it seems that many of my adventurous days are marked with the slightly stirring sensation felt on entering the bustling breezy contents of London Liverpool Street Station. This day, 30th June, was no different. I met Marcus to East Croydon wherefrom a creaking Big Lemon took us to the field of LeeFest. We were here to catch its last day. And here I have a review of it, caught.
The day was headlined by bands; Mystery Jets, Bastille, To Kill a King, Ghostpoet et cetra
Perhaps one of the many positive experiences of the day was seeing Camden-based solemn hearts Hella Better Dancer. Up-close and slightly stage left, I stood with my brother watching these guys spill over goodness on guitars, bass and drums. Tilly and Soph, singing front of the band, were constantly wise-looking, friends, singing. Tilly’s words were catching, sad sometimes, always alive. The bass and drums were so close-knit, not separate, their mixture with the T + S brought a form of love into life, small love like a handshake when the handshake works. It was very natural, endearing; two things live sound has to be and is often with the bands that we love and remember and want to see again. And that’s the stage I’m at, I want to see them again. I talked to them after; fullblown Dancer post currently in the seed oven. Listeeennn
I want to see a few bands again! And it’s so nice to say that about ‘under the radar’ musicians I would not have heard of had Lee not shown them to me.
Bwani Junction were sounding nice and crackly like a really appreciated fire outside during a day. With tribal tropical drum feel and one get-close-to voice, a sweet Bwani sound was produced. I look forward to seeing them again soon (they’re playing a few more festivals this summer). Remember the name, and listen.
Grand Pocket Orchestra were also a flirt, wild feeling weirdness that was sort of soothing in an unsoothing way. Head over!
LeeFest, in all its buzzing vibed wonderfulness, felt so uncomplicated, its ingredients created a summery edible adhesive between people and art. A real festival experience it offers undeniably, yet without throngs, without scowling. Throughout the LeeFest field, there was a pleasing scatter of happy-looking people, coloured in clothes and dancing.
It was some point standing in fragmented sunshine that we saw To Kill A King. It’s such a bizarre experience watching this band. From one direction momentarily you get the Mumford lick, the indie-folk flowerpot trip, you get on the edge of bored just before the singer says something interesting and leaves you wondering whether it was actually interesting. Yet sometimes, he gets you hard in the head, reigns in his band friends with stirring arms, takes you to another world, a great song, a heart felt shudder of all-time goodness, beautiful words. When that happens, it’s a sight far from the trodden on folk who play what folk sounds like, from those phrases drowned in voice. This beauty happened often, To Kill A King were sparkling, touching, they were an enjoyment. I hope they now find a way through thicket of flowerpots, because they got it. Listen here!
The festival offered many moments of curiosity-tugging visuals. There’s the big white rhino that is sat on. Swingball left in the middle of public space, played upon often by the public space. There’s the shisha bar smoked, the tent of mad colour drawings being drawn, table tennis tables surrounded with spring of larks, poets holding forth in small crannies, it’s an activity just to walk around just looking at things not doing anything. I could have done that all day.
The days nestled and sidled up to a twilight amplification of all good memories currently clutched onto by Mystery Jets. It’s true, the band, since I was 14, have been painting and playing in the background to several happy moments. Why is it that this band are magical, they are magical, the singing is right up there with everything i would ever hope to emulate, the rhythm a constant hook, a constant kick. They graced LeeFest with as they onstage claimed “golden oldies” and excited with the newer numbers, Greatest Hits was ace.
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