The
tartan heart is shaped like a balloon and Banksy's little girl is
watching it flutter away.
That's
the image on the t-shirt and it's a representative image of the
festival itself.
A bit
cheeky, a bit anarchic, a bit of a mirror holding itself up for us
all to see ourselves in.
Twin
Atlantic and Seasick Steve were the big hitters of the Friday night,
but I didn't get there until the Saturday
Not to
worry though as with the summer still hanging in there it was the
perfect opportunity to grab at one of the last festivals of the year.
So after
a quick stab at orientating myself I struck out and first full band
of the day that I sampled were the absolutely fantastic Three Blind
Wolves.
Think
about Biffy Clyro being filtered through an Americana kaleidoscope
and you might just be getting close to what the band are all about.
Bit of
post hardcore with pop sensibilities wrapped in a country twang.
The live
show crackles with energy and it was no surprise that for an early
afternoon slot they pulled a solidly appreciative crowd to them.
Next was
a seat in the comedy tent where we were abused in the nicest possible
way by Billy Kirkwood who is without a shadow of a doubt one of the
best compères on the circuit.
An
Ayrshire man he may be, but we wont hold that against him.
With his
quick witted style of comedy he soon managed to make everyone feel
equally comfortable as he tried his damnedest to get kids to swear,
and that's a massive talent it itself.
Wee Man
could very easily trade in his Burberry cap and career as a comedian
for one as a rapper as his rhymes are pretty sharp, and full kudos
has to go to the beatboxing audience member who did a rather
impressive job of backing him up.
Oooft.
It can't
all be fun and games though as the Fleetwood Mac tribute band did
their level best to night nurse us all to sleep after that.
Thankfully
The Noisettes weren't up for taking any prisoners and once again
highlighted to anyone who would lend them an ear that they are one of
the most accomplished artists doing the festival circuits.
While the
pop hits may have been yesterdays news this is an act who deserve a
long career in the sunshine so please don't let them fade away to
reside in the where are they know columns of the music mags.
Get on
board and shake yer booty to them and hang in there as we deserve a
band as good as this in our lives.
James
were of course a crowning glory.
My last
experience of them was one that is best forgotten due to it being a
set that was sunk by ongoing technical problems that had nothing to
do with the band themselves.
This time
it was note perfect though.
Tim Booth
was in fine form and lyrically we should be celebrating his genius
while applauding the work the band put in behind him.
They
managed to create an atmosphere that is special to festivals.
A large
moment of communal bliss that swept through the crowd and ended the
night on a solid highpoint.
Fair play
Belladrum.
Not a bad
anniversary party at all.
Photograph used without permission.
I tried to find Paul Campbell who took it, but failed.
However I am happy to credit him and if anyone does know him please feel free to highlight that I have used his photograph and if there is an issue I will of course remove it as I appreciate that this is his work.
(Mainy)
Photograph used without permission.
I tried to find Paul Campbell who took it, but failed.
However I am happy to credit him and if anyone does know him please feel free to highlight that I have used his photograph and if there is an issue I will of course remove it as I appreciate that this is his work.
(Mainy)
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