Janelle Monáe, added to the Electric Picnic line-up earlier this week, does her finest Sinead O' Connor impression in the video for 'Cold War', the song that should, by right, see her crossover to universal adoration.Well played.
Janelle Monáe, added to the Electric Picnic line-up earlier this week, does her finest Sinead O' Connor impression in the video for 'Cold War', the song that should, by right, see her crossover to universal adoration.
Knowing that I would most likely be flat broke by the time September rolled around, I got my ticket for Electric Picnic way back in March. I experienced the Picnic for the first time last year and was determined to make it back this year, no matter how circumstances conspired to have me stranded in Dublin.
On Saturday, I kicked things off with The xx. The London four-piece's debut album has already nestled itself among my favourites of this year but I was doubtful of their ability to cut it live after hearing reports that they 'lacked presence' on stage.
Next up was Marina and the Diamonds, who, you may have noticed, I've been ferociously championing on this site. I've forced my obsession with this woman upon everyone and anyone over the past few months so, if she'd failed to deliver, I might have had some explaining to do.
Klaxons, meanwhile, offered a glimpse of an intriguing change of musical direction. There was a drastic difference between new tracks and the songs from their Mercury-winning debut and they seem to have ditched the 'nu-rave' clothing and glowsticks, even if their hardcore fans at the front didn't seem as willing to let go...
Having been blown away by Florence and the Machine at Oxegen, my expectations for their set this time around were fairly high. If anything, they raised their game even higher. Flame-haired singer Florence Welsh seems to be growing in confidence at a ferocious rate and she wears it well. Her movement was mesmerising, the set-list was spot on and her vocal delivery was nothing short of roof-raising. I honestly can't remember seeing an audience left so stunned by a performance.
The last performance of the weekend I caught was Basement Jaxx, whose hit-heavy back-catalogue helped them provide a cheesy but highly danceable big finish. Their set may not have been one of the memorable of the weekend but at least they were one of the few acts to avoid being swallowed by the Main Stage.
Not too many clashes in this year's line-up, thankfully. My biggest disappointment is that I'm more than likely going to miss Lykke Li on the Friday. I've seen her twice before but she's just so damn good.
This shot from the video looks very promising and there are some excellent remixes doing the rounds, including this wonderful mix by Chateau Marmont.
Marina & The Diamonds confirmed that she's paying Eclectic Fishness in a response to my comment on her blog. I have reason to believe this is a bit of an exclusive.
Orbital
Flaming Lips
Basement Jaxx
Madness
MGMT
Fleet Foxes
Klaxons
BellX1
Rodrigo Y Gabriela
Chic - first ever Irish apperance
Seasick Steve
2 Many DJs
Explosions in the Sky
Lisa Hannigan
Alabama 3
Zero 7
The Sugarhill Gang
Erol Alkan
Roots Manuva
Billy Bragg
Bat for Lashes
Damien Dempsey
Lykke Li
Imelda May
Echo & The Bunnymen
ABC
Magazine
ESG
Moderat
Four Tet
Magnetic Man (Skream & Benga)
Simian Mobile Disco
Heartbreak
Halfset
Noze
Chris Cunnigham - A 55 minute performance, combining original and remixed music and film.
Okkervil River
Magnolia Electric Company
The Low Anthem
Villagers
Tunng
Jape
Efterklang
Micachu and the Shapes
The Whitest Boy Alive
The Walkmen
Michael Nyman - with a mini-orchestra,
Dublin Gospel Choir
Quantic Soul Orchestra
Jazzanova
Wavemachines
Last weekend, approximately 32,000 revellers descended upon the sleepy Laois town of Stradbally for the fifth annual Electric Picnic festival and, for the first time, I found myself in their midst. After hitching a ride with about 20 students from NCAD down on the Friday, I pitched my tent and readied myself for a weekend I could sense was going to put my festival fitness to the test.
said, a lot less skangers and yobs in GAA jerseys. There are fewer drunkards but, in lieu of that, there are far more pill-poppers and I noted the distinct smell of marijuana at various points throughout the weekend.