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The Irish Times - Friday - The Ticket - - FUN & GAMES -

Apart from most week­end war­riors’ deep need to en­list the ser­vices of the vet once Mon­day jumped out from be­hind a hedge to sur­prise and tor­ment us, Elec­tric Pic­nic didn’t dis­ap­point any campers I came in con­tact with. There were grum­bles about in­creased num­bers; the crowds bot­tle necked at the main gate on Fri­day evening were over­whelm­ing.

Some peo­ple talked to me about the Elec­tric Pic­nic buzz be­ing dif­fer­ent than it had been in pre­vi­ous years, the fes­ti­val feel­ing a lit­tle more hec­tic than ex­pected. They’re prob­a­bly right, but down at Body&Soul there was still plenty of room to pan out and soak in some sparkly and sonorous vi­bra­tions.

Ain­drias de Staic and The Latchikos set a suit­able mood for the week­end when they dealt out some magic mush­room mus­ings that skipped through the pools of Poulaphouca, along the banks of Lough Cor­rib and up through the wood­lands of n

orth Co Leitrim. Ain­drias is the orig­i­na­tor of Gyp-hop and there’s no doubt he added a few more Gyp­sters to his ram­bling road­show of rí rá last week­end.

TuneYards stole Fri­day’s show from the Body&Soul main-stage when the in­no­va­tive, edgy and in­tri­cately African-spiced sounds that Mer­rill Gar­bus cooked up, cre­ated the kind of ex­cite­ment and awe that Blondie used to.

It was great to be with peo­ple who’ve never wit­nessed the Chic ma­chine be­fore, just to be re­minded of how good a fes­ti­val band they re­ally are. When they sing “The­seare-the-good-times”, it’s darn dif­fi­cult to dis­agree.

St Vincent’s sec­ond Strad­bally stormer on the trot and a set from Beck that moved seam­lessly from the sym­phonic sump­tu­ous­ness of Wave to the silli­ness of a croaky snatch from Do You Think I’m Sexy saved Sun­day.

Yet again I man­aged to miss more acts than I caught, and what I thought of those I saw doesn’t re­ally mat­ter; there are as many paths through a fes­ti­val as there are peo­ple at it. The majority of my en­ter­tain­ment was pro­vided by the mis­fits, mis­cre­ants, freaks, fools and friendly folk who pop­u­late the Pic­nic. There will al­ways be a prick or two knockin’ around, but so long as the majority of them are kept cor­ralled within the VIP area, Elec­tric Pic­nic will re­main a colour­ful and chaotic gar­den of he­don.

Safe trav­els, don’t die.


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