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New Alcopop column on Rock Midgets… Sure, sure

It’s been a massive weekend, there’s a new Alcopop single out tomorrow – and I had perhaps the best weekend ever at The Great Escape.. Huw Stephens came to hang out at Stagecoach, I heard perhaps the most exciting demo of all time (Elephants delivered) and met the Momeroths, soon to be release pals with My First Tooth. Meanwhile, friends from everywhere came down to drink and make merry at the Alcopop showcase, Kev BSM put on a blinding sesh at Belushis on the Thursday – and we sung reggae tunes with a great busker.. A GREAT busker.

But for now – as I’m about to lapse into Brighton fuelled dreams of gigs, jager and on-pier gambling, I shall leave you with just this… My latest column on Rock Midgets about a few festivals – most notably Sziget in Hungary. It really is bloody awesome. More tomorrow, most notably the lovely Aspen Sails…!

Alco pop to Sziget Festival

Ah – another lack of updates, but this time we’ve got a fair old excuse… For you see, while Kev grafts ever hour god sends selling BSM and Alcopop records – I have upped-sticks and flown towards Sziget Festival in Hungary, safe in the knowledge that while he deals with everything else, I’m free to kick around drinking ridiculously cheap beer, crisping my skin int he midday sun – and slowly grinding out a blog post on a slightly obscure Hungarian keyboard, with every word turning red as i can’t remember where the fuckin’ language setting is.

Apart from that though, the festival has thus far been great, and despite an 8 hour journey from Prague to Budapest on a train staffed by a paedophilic looking jobsworth who charged us extra for beers because we moved from the train bistro to restaurant, and a rapidly drunkening German, we made it past a rip-off cab driver whose anti-english repost I imagine was scant compensation for the 10,000 gobblers (roughly 35 quid) we refused to pay him on top of the fare he agreed.

Otherwise though, the highlight has thus far been narrowly avoiding a good rogering from a burly Hungarian man who plied me with iced shots, before moving in for the kill…. And the traditional Jewish costumed lads who rocked out an obscure tent we happened upon during a drunken stroll to the party arena. It was carnage, with a mass of sweaty bodies dancing furiously… Ace! Then i payed a quite frankly paltry sum to seek answers to lifes questions from a rabbi. We talked long and hard, and although i cant much recall his advice – i’m sure it was sage.

Iron Maiden were also, and obviously, superb, despite one of my pals getting destroyed on double tequilas and inexplicably falling over a bush-hidden massive open sack of mayonaise at 7am (incidentally the first time i’ve ever come across a massive sack of mayonnaise in my life). VIP creds were tough to get too, with us ending up in a hut marked ‘troublesome cases’, being led over to a corner and told to wait there. The folk then totally ignored us for 15 minutes, and left our forms on a shelf before we asked how progress was going. There was no progress, and we were sent away. Useless :D

Now I’m off to sink a few pints of tasty European lager, and watch some more bands – including the interestingly monikered ’Orange the Juice’ and The Cribs… (I win Kev – where are your sacks of mayo and mindbogglingly hateful festival toilets eh?) Oh, and speaking of the cribs – make sure to go and see Pavilion on their forthcoming tour. Buy the single too, and know summer’s here!!!

Summery weather = festivals!

Welcome April! March was a weak month, tailing winter as it did quite so angrily – but with the first glimpses of sun breaking through the clouds comes the lure of pub gardens, the drenching of sun-parched lips with cool liquor – along with the feeling once again that festival season is a-coming… And with it the joys of boozing in fields, loads of quality bands, overpriced greasy food and the promise of ending up starry-eyed in a drum & bass tent, busting insane moves to music you don’t know, with people you hardly know at around 5AM – but nonetheless loving it!

But, with so many festivals doing the rounds these days – how does one know which is the best event to shell out cash for, and drag your tired body too for a truly unforgettable experience, even though you’ve just worked all week and have barely recovered from Latitude? Well, after deciding that Glastonbury and Reading are too pricey, and probably too full of c**ts (especially the latter) to really bother with, I’d suggest taking a look at the following:

Truck Festival, Oxford: A staple diet of any festival season, Truck is a one night bingefest of a mash up, where drinks are sub 2 quid, and the rotary do banana cake for pence. Expect: Your new favourite band, Oxford’s finest and sing-a-long headliners.

Boring by the Sea Festival, Weymouth: It may only be one day, but the organisers have packed such a compendium of up and coming/hip new artists together, that to NOT pay the paltry 25 odd quid to attend this festival would be a travesty! Expect: Literally everyone who’s been whispered about, but is still too cool to feature, in the NME for the last year (including the lovely Sam Isaac)

Sziget Festival, Sziget: Literally the best 120 Euros you’ll ever spend, REM, Maiden, and the Sex Pistols are a few of just the handful of names to be announced so far. A week… On an Island… In Hungary… With Eastern European chicks/gents… What more do you fuckin’ need! Expect: Handsomeness, cheapness, the perfect rock n’ roll holiday and a golden brown tan.

End of the Road Festival, Dorset: Winner of Best New UK Festival 2006 (I was there), EOTR is the most chilled out indie rock event of the summer. Complete with its own peacocks, football goals and genuinely nice food stalls – you will not find a nicer festival crowd – I could have married every one of them. Expect: Really nice people, never worrying about your stuff being nicked – and a genuinely awesome twee indie line-up.

And that’s my picks thus far… But I may have missed classics? If you’re popping to any of these though, give me a shout – and we’ll hook up for a beer!

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