Last weekend, Doune the Rabbit Hole festival 10th anniversary.
We've been to the past nine outings of this small festival, seeing it grow from a capacity of 500 in our first year, to receiving a licence for 5000 this year. The first year the festival was held in a reconstructed medieval fort, but it's now in it's sixth year in the grounds of Cardross Estate, a beautiful stately home with plush grounds in the middle of nowhere (it's refreshing to have a weekend away from phone coverage). It's billed as a family and dog friendly festival, and it's certainly filled with kids of all ages and lots of dogs. We've been bringing my son since he was 8, and he loves it (he's sixteen now, and even talked his girlfriend into coming along.....seperate cubicles in the tent, of course!!). It's a long way from the corporate behemoths like Glastonbury and Reading, full of independant retailers, fantastic locally sourced food stalls, political stands from Faslane Peace Camp, Extinction Rebellion, Woodland Trust and many more. This year they also introduced the Doune University, where lectures were given on subjects as diverse as "The benefits of music on dogs", the editor of Wikileaks, Artificial Intelligence and The Truth and the Skripals......
This year felt a bit different, more organised which isn't necessarily a bad thing (in the early years, they never published the stage times for any bands so you were just guessing who you were going to see......in their words "Time is an illusion, in the Rabbit Hole doubly so"). We managed to get our tents up just before the rain set in, then straight into the drinks! A few beers in, and a short stroll into the arena.
As always, the festival arena is decorated with a nod to Alice in Wonderland, with some very bo-ho artwork strewn around the place. Now, I generally try to get to see as many bands as possible, so rushed in to see Lee "Scratch" Perry - man, he can hardly speak but he's still a great showman. Saw a lot of bands, special nod to The Vaselines, a grunge duo from Glasgow who were Kurt Cobains favourite band, and Beans on Toast, a folk singer who has some great tunes for the new age (and definately an anti-Tory....). I was a bit disappointed with The Damned, think there may have been an issue with the sound due to the rain. Last band were Mono, and I have very little memory after that, waking up Saturday morning still fully clothed....much to the wife's disgust!!
Early day Saturday as my sons' drum teacher was on stage with her new band, Lola in Slacks, first thing. Standing there with some of our friends, an onlooker was pointed out to us - Budgie, the drummer with Siousxie and the Banshees, who was to play later in the day with John Grant (superb). An afternoon in the company of John Cooper Clarke (all hail the bard of Salford), followed by the party that is Colonel Mustard and the Dijon 5....I've seen them a few times, and you always leave with a huge grin on your face. The lead singer is a mental health nurse in Glasgow, and has championed lots of good causes in the Glasgow area - they have a huge local following so everyone knows all the songs, and the dances that go with them. Don't think you get many gigs where five year olds are crowd surfed around the whole crowd, whilst clinging to an inflatable unicorn! Few more bands, lots more beers.....then John Grant, excellent - followed by Sister Sledge, awful - pretty sure they mimed most of their set, it was dead flat. Couple more bands, then back to the tent for a few nightcaps!!
Sunday, heavens opened. Not a good start, but headed in anyway - two great bands from across the water, And So I Watch You From Afar a psychedelic rock instrumental band from Belfast, and the band of the weekend for me, The Murder Capital from Dublin - phenomenal. They remind me of Joy Division (not that I was lucky enough to see them live) - menacing, broody, dark lyrics, great guitars - they are going to go far (album out in a few weeks....) Sunday is normally a more sober affair, having to drive home the next morning curtails any excesses, but the dreadful weather added to the sobriety. Hawkwind turned up, and played far more than just Silver Machine, then it was time for The Wailers - just shy of a two hour set full of hits, brilliant - and the rain stopped too!
Finally, the comedown. Packing up the tent on a pissing down Monday morning. It's fun going Doune the Rabbit Hole, but it's ****ing hard work coming back up! I'd recommend it to anyone if you're into a bit of obscure music, hanging around with old hippies and new-age travellers, and are not worried about the Scottish summer weather!