So, last weekend I went to the first ever PlayFest, a festival showcasing the musical talent of a bunch of East Anglians. I’ll admit, that wasn’t the first thing that attracted me to it- after getting angry at The Futureheads for not having any tour dates on their website, I hopped over to Frank Turner’s gig list and discovered that he was headlining the Saturday night, and that The Futureheads were headlining the Sunday but hadn’t thought to mention it on their site. The thought of seeing my two favourite bands at a weekend festival costing under £70 (ridiculously cheap, Download was looking to be more than twice that) I booked my tickets instantly and then utterly failed to convince any of my friends to come along with me. This didn’t phase me though, as I’m a very brave and handsome man. Car filled with pear cider and gin, and driving past the Stig on the way, I rolled into a field on Friday evening and very quickly made history by having the first ever burger served at the first ever PlayFest. Who’s cool? I’m cool.

Sadly, there wasn’t a whole lot organised for the Friday night- a couple of bands played short sets in the dance tent, but it became clear that the event proper didn’t start til Saturday morning. Having had a damned long day, I settled into my tent before midnight (ROCK AND ROLL!) and tried to get to sleep. After a while though, I was disturbed by the sound of a guitar outside. Slightly bewildered as it clearly wasn’t coming from any of the stages, I stuck my head out the door and discovered that I had inadvertantly parked my tent directly opposite half the members of Crumbs for Comfort, who originally hadn’t been invited to play. Then at the last minute they’d been invited to fill an afternoon slot. And on Saturday, they got promoted to headlining the second biggest stage on the Sunday night. Lead man Ben Chenery was the one with the guitar, and he sung a few songs and we had a bit of a chat with the small crowd that had formed around my tent. This turned into a jam session, as Solko, whose tents were behind mine, joined in. It was around 5am that the ushers got slightly fed up with the fact the entire campsite had been kept awake so long and the group disbanded for the morning.
Saturday started rather quieter than planned- the acoustic stage, which was supposed to open first, didn’t. Rather embarrassingly, it was because there was no power. Which is possibly the worst excuse for stopping an acoustic performance I can think of. Still, the other stages got started eventually and I got to see some truly brilliant acts. Special mention goes to Empire, my standout act of the Saturday. They don’t seem to have much online at the moment, so like them on Facebook and wait for them to post something. You will not be disappointed. Later on I was pleasantly surprised by Films of Colour, whose blurb in the programme was the biggest pile of meaningless wank I’ve read in a long time. Luckily their set more than made up for it- they were a proper treat to listen to. And then, clashing with the loud and rather bland Kabeedies, was Hello Bear, who first rocked and then got big laughs by doing an unexpected and awesome mash-up of Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz and The Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme.
Frank Turner headlined the night, and without gushing too much he was absolutely awesome- he invited the crowd to sing along from the very first song, and sing along they did. He knows his audience, and his audience knows him damned well. There were some of his older hits but also a tantalising taster of his new albumen (it’s out three days from now!). Minor sadface at the fact he didn’t do an encore, but I suppose you can’t have everything.
Sunday was, quite aptly, the first time the sun showed itself, and it shone down upon the newly-fixed accoustic stage, where I discovered Penny LeSquire, an utterly amazing reggae group who have barely any web presence. But their Facebook wall does reveal this awesome live sesh which is well worth a listen. Following them were the Woodland Creatures, a pair of girls doing some quite excellent folky type stuff including an amazingly fast irish jig type thing. They became my first CD purchase of the weekend (only partly because there wasn’t a lot of CDs on sale- SORT IT OUT, BANDS). Standouts later on in the day were the manic Killamonjambo, with a party-band feel and a name that’s great fun to say out loud, and The Barlights, who have an almost Bluetones-y sound to them which was a real treat. And of course I can’t not give a massive shout out to my camping buddies Crumbs for Comfort- they were properly shafted by being put up against The Futureheads, and if it had been any other band playing the main stage I would have stayed for the full set rather than the half set that I was gutted to have to walk out of.
But walk out I did, just in time to hear the opening bars of Heartbeat Song, the pop-punk hit from The Chaos, my favourite album of last year. And where Frank Turner had the crowd singing along last night, Barry Hyde had the entire conglomeration bouncing up and down like fools. Their set wasn’t perfect- there were a few slips which were more than a little embarrasing, and for their encore they did a song I have never heard before and I’m not really fussed about hearing again. And only partly because it wasn’t Jupiter, which they did as an encore at the Roadmender last year, an utterly brilliant way to wrap up a gig. On the bright side, they did give a taster of their new, all-a capella album in the form of a song from the 17th century about a pub catching fire, and the men sent to put the fire out locking themselves in the cellar with all the booze. Not entirely what I was expecting, but enormous fun nonetheless.

I nearly managed to go all weekend without being photo'd. Nearly. Well done, Garrod.
Aside from some early morning goodbyes and a low pass by a Globemaster on the trip home, that was my weekend. What surpised me most was the number of talented acts at the festival- I came for two bands and two bands alone, but thirty acts later I’m struggling to make sure I’ve named all the best in this blog post- I’m sure I have missed some, and for that I can only apologise. But PlayFest has set an amazingly high bar for the other local festivals I’ll be going to this year- the Northampton festival week is beginning to look frankly embarrassing in comparison.
To finish up, here’s some minor awards. The best song title of the weekend goes to the Olympians, with the brilliantly named “You don’t have to be a prick to work here, but you are”, the “most likely to be frisked by guards” award goes to me as I got my wallet searched at least five times in the weekend, and the “best reason to be ejected from the site” goes to the man who stood at the top of the thirty-foot-tall inflatable slide stark bollock naked. You, sir, are a brave and terrifying man.