We went to Lovebox on the Friday because it was the cheapest day obviously. A festival that’s grown in popularity and ability to draw big names to headline their three day slots during it’s 11th year run. We weren’t disappointed at all despite the recurring showers and the mud ruining our Dr. Martens.
Honestly? We only managed to catch about 4 bands throughout the day. Not because there weren’t sufficient worthy-of-our-time names on the line-up but because there is so much else to do at this thing. Also walking from stage to stage, having dull conversations with strangers and refilling our bellies with beer constantly is quite time consuming. Before we knew it we were fucked. The crowd was actually bearable and the pretentiousness of East London was almost non-existent thanks to the heavy ‘urban’ line up. Crucifixs and creepers were replaced by high tops and hoods.
Crystal Castles were predictable as ever. Alice, this time around sporting light pink hair in contrast to her usual goth persona, mumbled and screamed her way through their set. Ms. Dynamite was fierce, singing all her famous collabs and some DJs we don’t even remeber the names of because we were too fucked, had us bouncing about like trolls. Highlight was Hot Chip obviously, who in our eyes have earned their status as British Pop Royalty by giving us an amazing set that featured the hits and bangers from their newest album ‘In Our Heads’.
In conclusion, it was alright. We wish we would’ve gone on Sunday. The Guardian described the crowd during Lana Del Reys set as ‘gay men snogging during Blue Jeans and Summertime Sadness’. The sheer cringe factor of this makes us wish we’d splurged on the 50 quid ticket instead of Friday. Also we missed the sight of M.I.L.F Grace Jones showing her firm buttocks.
On an attempt to have a 'street style' section we just ended up snapping some ladies & gents that either looked fab or tried way too hard:
- Photos and words by Walter Adrian
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