Electric Picnic 2010 - Notable Non-Musical Things & Moments
Is it the best festival in the world? Given ATL reckons Glasto is just a little bit TOO big (and full of hippies) we honestly think there's a decent argument there. The non-music stuff at EP is genuinely incredible and seemingly endless. Here's a few notable moments from one of the best weekends of our collective lives...
The people. Can't overstate how important the nature of the crowd is to a festival and, with almost no exceptions, the word to describe the punters at Electric Picnic 2010 was "lovely". Best example: A guy who sacrificed his shelter in order to chase after a strange man in a top hat through the driving rain for 50 yards to give him back the sunglasses he had dropped without noticing. Humanity props.
The lack of overly 'refreshed' punters - while we spotted a few who'd maybe overdone it a bit on the old shandy, the absence of people lying in their own filth was notable. On the whole it was clear that people were there for the music as well as the party.
Johnny Adger, bassist with ASIWYFA deserves a special mention, and possibly a medal for services to music. The guy was obviously in tremendous pain after the gig and apparently before, but they refused to cancel and he played those thundering, bowel threatening bass riffs with his tendons and shoulder in tatters. Shine on, you agonised diamond.
Endless kudos must go to the security - the friendliest bunch of high vis wearers we've ever encountered. Bonus points to the security guy in the Bacardi B-bar who only stopped raving to inform a young man the door he was trying to open was actually a painting. A painting of a door, granted.
The old guy doing his best Hugh Hefner impersonation in the hot tubs (yup, there was hot tubs...) with a pair of attractive young fillies.
Fancy dress. Everywhere. ATL particularly enjoyed the pack of wolves dandering around Body & Soul.
The Silent Disco. At one point, removing its headphones, ATL was greeted with the most tuneless sing-a-long to Smells Like Teen Spirit that you could ever imagine. All in an eerie silence. Great fun!
The Rubberbandits. When a man with a Spar bag wrapped around his face walked into the press tent and stared intently around it, the atmosphere could best be described as "anxious". As a number of the assembled hacks visibly put their own personal terror alerts up to ORANGE, Team ATL took him outside to conduct one of the greatest interviews of all time.
The bizarre metal tower with a disco pod in the middle.
Upon walking into the Thisispopbaby tent, we were greeted by a bearded man dressed as Wonder Woman, explaining his unconventional technique to fighting crime. Baffling, but lots of fun.
Pulitzer Prize winning poet Paul Muldoon, having a dander and looking cool.
Stars' frontman Torquil Campbell repeatedly threw roses into the crowd telling us how humbled he was that we'd come to see him. He explained that he'd recently become a father, but told us, "this is worth being away from my child for." Awww, shucks! We like you too.
The now legendary Body and Soul "relaxation pods" (our terminology, not theirs). These hanging baskets for people are one of the most sought after comforts of the entire festival, with people waiting a LONG time to have a go. Having been in one, they are worth the wait.
Celebs loosening up and becoming proper punters. ATL directed Phil Jupitus towards the Crawdaddy as he wanted to catch Dan Le Sac and Ryan Tubridy towards the gents cause he needed a wee.
The An Phobail tent and its PROPER trad music - just the ticket to get us in the mood for Mumford & Sons. Actually, the whole Minefield deserves a mention.
Division in the ATL camp as debate raged over a controversial 10 rating in a review. We'll fight over anything, us lot.
Hipster babies in big headphones, everywhere.
Bicycles at a festival. ATL witnessed a family of four on bicycles cycling through the Crawdaddy as Stornaway performed. Odd.
SUN! AT A FESTIVAL IN IRELAND! Such a novelty - it made for a few glorious stints in the b-bar, sipping cocktails and enjoying house music like we were on a beach in Ibiza and not a field in Co. Laois. Shame we got a weekend's worth of bad weather in a couple of hours on Sunday night, mind.
That weird contraption in Body & Soul - a mess of metal and junk - that somehow brought the rave, all on it's own. Guess you had to be there.
Props all over the site, including a bust up piano, a typewriter and a golden phone with a direct line to God. Photo-opportunities a-plenty.
The kaleidoscope room. When ATL visited, we saw a man with no head playing the drums. Again, you had to be there.
The inflatable church, complete with gorgeous, yet clearly insane bridesmaids and a very, very dodgy looking priest.
Ardal O'Hanlon, stealing the show at the Comedy tent by performing BOTH versions of my lovely horse. What a moment.
The giant Slash and Kurt Cobain ATL spotted wrestling in Body & Soul on Sunday afternoon. Bit weird that, actually.
The worst performers ATL has ever witnessed... at the karaoke bar. They were showering at the time, mind.
Excuse us for sucking up, but no EP roundup would be complete without a mention of Sooz & Dee, ATL's wonderful hosts in the media tent. Love ya, ladies!