It’s impossible to properly review every band we saw over the course of Falls Festival, so we thought we’d offer you a 10 second team review as an entrée before the main course of ‘proper’ reviews:
Chet Faker: With a backdrop to suit his persona, his down-tempo, head-bopping beats didn’t fail to impress, especially his newest track.
White Denim: These incredible musicians had a tiny crowd – their technical wizardry left some feeling their music was a bit wanky and the lead singer never really connected with the crowd. But we reckon they’d be an absolute winner in their venue gigs and when we caught them after their set they said they’ll be back to Australia real soon.
War On Drugs: The front man asked the crowd what their new year resolutions were; someone yelled out “do more drugs.” To which he replied “what kind of drugs?” The response? “The love drug.”
Touch Sensitive: This one man band had the audience eating out of the palm of his hand.
The John Steele Singers: An eclectic bunch taking it back to the old school.
Bobby Alu: A surreal moment listening to Bobby Alu, watching thespians from Falls In Love dust up the dance floor. It was like watching a Tim Burton movie with a Bob Marley soundtrack.
Hanni el Khatib: with a keyboardist moonlighting as backup singer (woo wooo wooooooo) and a bass player strutting his guitar like Angus Young, these guys delivered the goods.
Rufus: Wow, we did not realise how young and handsome these kids are. Full of confidence and great stage presence.
Violent Femmes: Playing their first album in its entirety, this was always going to be a winning set. The drummer was front and centre and connecting with the crowd. Seasoned musicians who know how to please a crowd.
James Vincent McMorrow: While the elements are there – the stunning voice, the minimal instrumentation and melodies – James Vincent McMorrow is essentially a poor man’s James Blake.
Pond: The most entertaining act of the festival (pictured, courtesy Lamp Photography).
London Grammar: Man, this girl can sing. Such a raw, natural talent… we were covered with goosebumps right from the get-go.
Rapskallion – while London Grammar mesmerised tens of thousands, a gypsy dance party went crazy a mere 100m away. 7 people crammed onto a tiny stage, and barely a string left on the mandolin, while sweaty hippies danced up a dust-storm.
Wombats: After a less than healthy obsession with the Wombats more than four years ago, is it still acceptable to know 95% of the lyrics?
MGMT: The vast majority of the crowd knew only three songs: ‘Kids’, ‘Electric Feel’ and ‘Time to Pretend’.