Kicking off an absolute killer of day was Australian festival favourites Skeggs. They have become a staple to the Aussie music festival, and delivered once again. A few bruises here and there but all worth it for the skegs that are skeggs. Next up on the planner was Hockey Dad, but that meant four hours to kill – not hard when this year SITG amped up the food choices.
A huge food line up left me struggling to decide. The world stage had all the goods including local Mamacitas Mexican, Harry’s Schnitzels and the Bao Brothers. Despite some research I can’t find the name of the dance group that adorned the grass outside the world stage but if you ever had spare time at Splendour I highly recommend them. Get out your bongo drums and take off your shoes for an hour and be guided by the free-spirited instructor.
All worth the wait for Hockey Dad. They made a risky decision to play the crowd favourite ‘I Need a Woman’ early on in the set on the that chance people may leave, but this was not the case at all. The kept the full crowd right to the end playing songs from ‘Boronia’ and ‘Blend Inn’. MGMT played at the Amphitheatre but could be heard throughout the entire grounds. ‘Electric Feel’ could only be described as ‘epic’ for festival goers and was truly a moment where you feel united with those around you. Running all over the ground to catch snippets of Ball Park Music, James Bay, The Avalanches and The Wombats, Sunday was a night of authentic talent, meaningful lyrics and spirit from every artist.
Backstage was a completely different experience. Being able to see what goes on behind the scenes was really an eye opener. I watched one man on a mission to blow up around 30 giant helium balloons before the Wombats wrapped up ‘Let’s Dance to Joy Division’ and run back and forth kicking the balloons out into the crowd. It doesn’t sound like much but this was only one of the mammoth tasks I saw the crew take on. The acoustics from behind the band intensify the crowds vocals so much more. I’ve always thought that maybe through the fog and bass, artists couldn’t really distinguish faces or hear our words. With knowledge of this I think that being in the crowd becomes a much more personal experience. And in the last few minutes before Kendrick came out I had to decide to stay where I was – or venture out into the depth of the crowd with what little time I had.
Frantically racing down the steps, running up and around the hill, darting my way through patrons, constantly stating ‘I’m sorry, my friend’s right over there’ I had made it. Theres is no place like the mosh.
Just in time for K Dot. Kung Fu Kenny. King Kunta. The one and only, Kendrick Lamar. In true Kendrick style he started up the set by playing a skit of Kung Fu Kenny being the ‘turtle’ versus his enemy the ‘snake’. Still unsure of what metaphorical meaning it had but, simply said, it’s Kendrick so who cares? Starting up the night with ‘DNA’ we were hit with a barrage of songs ‘Swimming Pools’, ‘Don’t Kill My Vibe’, ‘m.A.A.d city’ and countless others. Finishing up playing ‘Humble’ on repeat as the crowd did a domino effect and fell backwards. And yet to my surprise, all my limbs are intact.
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