All good things must come to an end and we guess The Great Escape Festival 2015 is no exception. With the sun finally shining down in Brighton, we geared up for our last day by stopping off at Hen to comb through today’s line-up.
Our eyes were collectively drawn to Kent’s Get Inuit, having discovered them last year on social media through ex-members of Two Wounded Birds (RIP). Reminiscent of the band we fell in love with back at The Great Escape 2011, retro surf punk melodies reverberated off of the walls of Komedia Studio without restriction. With an energy unrivaled by bands playing venues with several times the capacity of Komedia, Get Inuit’s refreshing brand of surf-punk couldn’t be more at home in Brighton.
After a blast of lo-fi, sunshine-inspired punk courtesy of New Zealand exiles, Popstrangers, there was only one thing left to do. Head to the beach! With their dreamy melodies still rattling around our heads, we finally took a little time out on the stony shores of Brighton to reflect on The Great Escape 2015 so far. Granted we weren’t particularly hopeful of getting our ‘Bastille’ moment we previously mentioned, we had at least gained a few souvenirs to take home with us (and thankfully for my dentist, they were bands, not Brighton rock).
We leisurely strolled over to Brighton Corn Exchange, whilst stopping every now and then to drool over what’s regularly known as ‘hashtag irl food porn’. We hesitantly waited for Ireland’s Girl Band, a band rather off-puttingly billed by their own press release as ‘shouty’, ‘noisy’ and ‘repetitive’ (words which I would also use to describe my last argument with my girlfriend). Whilst I can confirm that we received exactly what we were promised, we’re not particularly confident that you’ll be hearing Girl Band next time you’re on hold to British Gas. Additionally, if you thought their live performance was scary, then you certainly shouldn’t watch their latest music video…
Feeling somewhat distressed, we decided to stick around at Brighton Corn Exchange to catch Slaves for a second time, replenishing our ears with what we lovingly refer to as “angry Jamie T”. Featuring a madman dressed as a Mantaray, mandatory shirt removal, manic crowd surfing and discussions of whether a Wagon Wheel can be classed as a biscuit, we parted The Corn Exchange in good spirits once again thanks to Slaves.
We stopped off at Yo Sushi for a much needed break, before attempting to compare the bands we’d seen to the different dishes on display. “Slaves are definitely like an order of Salmon Sashimi and two opened beers” I proclaimed. “Raw. With no tops on.” Becky almost laughed – a victory by anybody’s standards.
“Slaves are definitely like an order of Salmon Sashimi and two opened beers” I proclaimed. “Raw. With no tops on.”
Saturday was the best and worst day for this very forthcoming time slot: 21:45-22:30. The Cribs, Spector and Bill Ryder Jones, all at the same time… Now seemed like a good time to clone myself three times. So I did. No, wait, actually we just went to see Spector without much dilemma. We settled into the surprisingly sparse confines of The Arch, grabbed a £3 bottle of water (no, it wasn’t even blessed by a holy man) and patiently waited for Fred MacPherson and his band of merry men to enter the stage.
After the band confusingly started playing an instrumental intro without their lead man, MacPherson eventually emerged from the shadows in a long coat and dark glasses with his shoulder length hair lovingly tied with a pink ribbon. It was possibly the most ironic entrance I’ve ever seen, easily rivaling most grandiose WWE entrances – but that’s what made it so hilariously cool. After rattling through some old hits and some new ones (which sounded completely unreal I might add) Fred proclaimed that we were the best audience he’d ever seen… in Brighton… today. It’s something which still warms my heart to this very day.
And with the final note still ringing out from Spector’s Stratocaster, The Great Escape 2015 was over. It was the tenth birthday of The Great Escape and the realisation that we’ve now been to 50% of them was quite startling. Will we still be in attendance when we’re old and grey and all music is performed by robots? (Please ignore the fact that I actually started going grey when I was twenty.) Either way, we’re getting older and so is The Great Escape, but one is certainly aging better than the other. See you next year Brighton.