Stanley Donwood – Slowly Downward Manufactory – An Art Collection.

But Europe I Love you – 2018

From Shangrilart


WRAITH – 2016

The Album artwork for the Radiohead album ‘A Moon Shaped Pool’



Signature Detail


99/300 Detail



The official Glastonbury Artwork for 2016


Pyramid Stage Detail


Part of the designs for the First Solo Record by Thom Yorke.


The Eraser – Detail with Cnut.
Glastonbury Festival 2013 – Detail.
A subtle and very sweary piece printed using Farrow and Ball paints.
Middle Pink – Fucking Detail.
From the Zmas Boutique.
Dark Estuary – Detail.


Wait Here, We Will Come For You – Moon Detail.


Holding Hands – Moon Detail.


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An Almost (but not entirely) Comprehensive List of All The Bands I’ve Seen Live

An Almost (but not entirely) Comprehensive List of All The Bands/DJs I’ve Seen Live
  1. …And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead x2
  2. Seachange
  3. …Meanwhile Back in Communist Russia x3
  4. 2 Many djs/ Soulwax
  5. 65daysofstatic x4
  6. Aphex twin
  7. Ash
  8. Autechre
  9. Bad Company
  10. Fingathing
  11. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
  12. Bloc Party
  13. Burning Brides
  14. Vex Red
  15. Crackout
  16. The Pattern
  17. Chemical Brothers x3
  18. Clinic
  19. Coldcut
  20. The Cooper Temple Clause x2
  21. the Coral
  22. D4
  23. Death In Vegas
  24. DJ Marky & XRS
  25. DJ shadow
  26. DJ Micky Finn
  27. Do Me Bad Things
  28. Dustball/Dive Dive
  29. Eeblee x3
  30. Echo & the Bunnymen
  31. The Evenings
  32. Explosions In The Sky x2
  33. The Faint
  34. Four Tet
  35. Fell City Girl x2
  36. Garbage
  37. The Go! Team
  38. Goldfrapp x2
  39. Ian Brown
  40. The (International) Noise Conspiricy
  41. Interpol x3
  42. Kid Koala
  43. The Killers x2
  44. Kinesis x3
  45. LCD Soundsystem x3
  46. The Libertines
  47. Ladytron
  48. Manic Street Preachers x4
  49. Mr Scruff
  50. Muse
  51. Hundred Reasons
  52. A
  53. New Order x3
  54. Ozomatli
  55. PJ Harvey x2
  56. Pitchshifter
  57. Frank Black (Solo)
  58. Frank Black and the Catholics
  59. Primal Scream x2
  60. Public Enemy
  61. Radio 4
  62. Radiohead x3
  63. Bat for Lashes x2
  64. The Rapture
  65. Roni Size
  66. Sahara Hotnights
  67. Scratch Perverts
  68. Killa Kella
  69. Seven x3
  70. Soledad Brothers
  71. Soundtrack Of Our Lives
  72. Squarepusher x2
  73. The Streets
  74. Super Fury Animals
  75. Supergrass
  76. Spiritulized
  77. The Undertones
  78. The Von Bondies
  79. The White Stripes x2
  80. Lemon Jelly
  81. Asian Dub Foundation x3
  82. Blanch
  83. Jet
  84. The Belays
  85. Biffy Clyro
  86. British Sea Power
  87. 22/20s
  88. Puressence
  89. Echoboy
  90. Beth Orton
  91. Royksop
  92. REM
  93. Ceefax
  94. Bonobo
  95. The Zutons
  96. The Ordinary Boys
  97. Stanton Warriors
  98. James Brown
  99. Jules Holland
  100. Babyshambles
  101. Sparta
  102. The Young Knives x2
  103. Jack Johnson
  104. Mogwai x2
  105. Superhands
  106. the Situationists
  107. Metric
  108. Get Cape, Wear Cape, fly
  109. Pharrell
  110. Gnarles Barkley
  111. Massive Attack x2
  112. OK GO
  113. the Morning After Girls
  114. James Lavelle
  115. Altern8 (dj set)
  116. Kevin Saunderson (dj set)
  117. !!! x2
  118. Alabama 3
  119. Beck
  120. Dearhoof
  121. Idlewild x2
  122. Cribs
  123. Modest Mouse
  124. Bjork
  125. CSS
  126. Klaxons
  127. Editors
  128. Arcade Fire x2
  129. Bill Bailey
  130. Harrisons x2
  131. the Enemy
  132. Blonde Redhead
  133. The Apples
  134. Roots Manuva
  135. Rolo Tomassi
  136. Everly Pregnant Brothers
  137. Beady Eye
  138. The Hives
  139. The 1975
  140. Savages
  141. The Black Angels
  142. Dog Blood
  143. Skrillex
  144. Boys Noize
  145. Disclosure
  146. Jessie Ware
  147. The Horrors x2
  148. TOY
  149. Rokia Traore
  150. Billy Bragg
  151. Ms/Mr
  152. HAIM
  153. The Rolling Stones
  154. Fatboy Slim
  155. Chase and Status
  156. Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs
  157. I am Kloot
  158. Public Image Limited
  159. Of Monsters and Men
  160. Smashing Pumpkins
  161. The XX
  162. Factory Floor x2
  163. East India Youth
  164. Tim Sweeney (Beats in Space)
  165. Ellen Allien
  166. DJ Heidi
  167. Moderat
  168. Kaiser Chiefs
  169. Blondie
  170. De la soul
  171. The Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band
  172. Angel Haze
  173. Royal Blood
  174. Jagwar Ma
  175. Pixies
  176. Public Service Broadcasting
  177. St vincent
  178. Monster Magnet
  179. Rob da Bank
  180. Hot Chip x2
  181. King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
  182. Everything Everything
  183. Hooton Tennis Club
  184. Wolf Alice x2
  185. Benjamin Booker
  186. Sharon Van Etten
  187. Courtney Barnett
  188. Sinkane
  189. Gaz Coombes
  190. Kate Tempest
  191. Tod Terje
  192. Ibibio Sound Machine
  193. Patti Smith
  194. Alvvays
  195. Django Django
  196. Alt-J
  197. Bicep x2
  198. Jackmaster
  199. Joy Orbison
  200. All We Are
  201. Stealing Sheep
  202. Submotion Orchestra
  203. Lamb
  204. Portico
  205. C Duncan
  206. Rozi Plain
  207. Lonelady
  208. Johnny Common
  209. Gwenno
  210. Cats Eyes
  211. James
  212. ZZ Top
  213. Floating Points
  214. Izzy Bizu
  215. Christine and the Queens
  216. Roisin Murphy
  217. Underworld
  218. Chvrches
  219. Hinds
  220. Mike Skinner
  221. DJ Format & Abdominal
  222. Go Go Penguin
  223. Shilpa Ray.
  224. Black Coffee
  225. The Black Madonna

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Glastonbury 2015… THE BEST YET!

If you look up the word hedonism in a dictionary, it will probably say something like…

a school of thought that argues that pleasure is the primary or most important intrinsic good. In very simple terms, a hedonist strives to maximize net pleasure”

The dictionary writers can replace this with a simple photograph of a man in a road cycling cap, swinging his t-shirt round his head, in a glowstick necklace, up to the ankle in what we were all hoping was mud.  This scene happened.  It was 4 am on the last night of Glastonbury Festival 2015.  It took place inside a mock Aztec temple where several hundred revellers worshiped at the alter of DANCE. The man in the cap is my friend, and I left him arms aloft, eyes closed, and a broad smile across his lips. These were the closing moments of my festival, eking out the last drop of pure enjoyment before I decamped and departed at 7am Monday morning.  In short this was the best festival I’ve ever been to!  

The fun started almost as soon as I arrived on Wednesday morning. I met up with uni friends (The Manchester Group) and spent the day mooching around the site, festival strength cider in hand, catching up with old friends and enjoying the wonderful weather and the picturesque Somerset countryside.  After a day in the sunshine, and feeling somewhat woozy, it’s bed before 1am.    

So far so sedate.

Thursday evening rolls around after spending the day hanging out with my friends from Kent, more cider and a Goan fish curry was consumed.  Dick and I break away from Kent group and wander over towards a venue called the Blues.  The Blues is somewhere between a shanty town and a favela. Corrugated steel and timber make up the enclosure for the dance floor and the platform from where tonight DJs spin their pounding Techno.  We met up with the Manchester Group to hear Ellen Allien get the dancefloor heaving as the gloaming descends over the site.   We stayed in the Blues until around midnight, throwing shapes with abandon!  

Then begins the wandering!  

We seemed to walk the length and breadth of the vast encampment, taking in the darkly surreal enclave of what is known descriptively as the ‘South East Corner‘.  The SE Corner is made up of a number of Crystal Maze-esque zones.  

Glasto Latino, with it’s Latin tinged Rum Shack.  
The Common, a mock Aztec area, with the Temple it’s central beacon emitting its lights and lasers into the clear black sky, and the Cave, a nightclub hidden behind the curtain of a waterfall. 
Block 9 is a post apocalyptic city block housing NYC Downlow, a nightclub staffed by drag queens playing NYC Disco (our group’s favourite).  London Underground, another indoor club dedicated to underground UK dance Music, with a London tube train crashed precariously into the façade! Then there is Genysis, an outdoor arena bathed in a queasy green light, and the DJ booth a balcony of a derelict tower block. 

Beyond the ‘Walking-Dead-on-acid’ vibes of Block 9, we stumbled and staggered into the heart of darkness.  Shangri-la is the epicentre of the late night weirdness at Glastonbury.  Shangri-la is split into two zones, Shangri-Hell, and Shangri-Heaven.  Heaven is a white faceted arena where the crystal like walls take on the characteristics of whatever projections are being cast over them. Here the image of Michael Eavis is worshipped as a deity.  The DJ booth above the arena crackles and shines with lasers and spotlights. Throngs of revellers kick up the dust from Michael’s pasture dance floor   

As a counterbalance to sunny atmosphere of Heaven, there is the revolution themed Hell area.  Like something out of Mad Max, the red painted caverns and alleys are bestrewn with a brand of semi-serious revolutionary graffiti, by such artistic luminaries as Shepard Fairey, and Stanley Donwood.  The main Hell stage is surrounded by tall walls from which ‘protesters’ hang off waiving placards, with demands such as ‘more oxygen for all’. Emanating off the main Hell stage are small rooms and booths populated by artists, musicians, freaks and weirdos, writhing into the early hours.  

 We pass unscathed through Heaven and Hell, and into the nightmare of the Mutoid Waste Companies Unfairground.  Like an episode of Scooby Doo, wandering through the Unfairground leaves you thinking that there is something seriously wrong with this vision, which sits somewhere between a steampunk Victorian fairground, and neon 60s Americana. 

It’s now very late, or very early, depending on our now slightly twisted perspective, and we hit the old railway line and escape this particular region of peculiarity.   There are only a few of the group who made it through the SE Corner, and we head up to the Stone Circle in the King’s Meadow.   Supposedly the centre of spiritual Glastonbury, in reality the Stone Circle is full of filthy young men and young women huddled around dying camp fires in desperate need of some sleep.  Somewhere an inevitably hairy man beats a conga drum, and the sun begins to rise on the horizon, turning the mist in the valley into a shifting orange sea.

Despite my lack of sleep, I emerge bleary eyed from my tent, grasping my itinerary lanyard at about 11.30 on Friday morning.  I make myself a cuppa on my Trangia camp stove, and head out on my own into the first day of proper music.      

The first band I watch is on the Park Stage, which perches on a hillside on the southern edge of the site.  The Park is possibly the fourth or fifth biggest stage at the festival, and is by far my favourite venue.  The atmosphere is relaxed, the crowds jovial and the performers are eclectic.  This band are called King Gizzard and the Lizard WizardThey are a bunch of Australian men in their 20s playing psychedelic garage rock with big nods to the Grateful Dead, and 13th Floor Elevators.  I found my place in front of the sound mixing tower and bobbed my head along with their set quite happily.   

There is a bit of a theme to the bands I chose to watch at this year’s festival, and that is bands who I have heard being played on BBC 6Music. In that vein I stomped down the hill from the park, to the Other Stage to see Everything EverythingThe Other Stage is the second largest stage on the site, and was crowned by some sort of animal antlers this year. 

I wasn’t overly impressed by Everything Everything’s brand of jangly indie pop, but the relatively large early afternoon crowed enjoyed bobbing along to their hit single ‘Regret’.

I then saw another indie rock band called Hooton Tennis Club in a tiny tent called William’s Green.  I had left the Other Stage before the end of EE’s set, and I did the same for HTC… I wasn’t hugely enamoured by their soft indie rock, and the best part of the whole enterprise was that it was in a tent, so I missed the first big rain shower of the weekend. 

So the ground was now a light slurry of mud, and I trudged back across the site past almost inevitably Billy Bragg performing on his Leftfield stage, through the fairy lights of the Glade, and through the Pennard Hill camping ground back up to the Park.  

And so started the best run of bands I saw at the whole festival. I met up with the Kent Group and watched Wolf Alice, fronted by their engaging singer Ellie Rowsell, Wolf Alice are an alternative guitar band from London doing the Quiet/Loud/Quiet/Loud template of 90s grunge in a very enjoyable way! I’d never heard them before, but came away from the performance a new fan.         

Next on at the Park was Benjamin Booker, a deep down and dirty blues guitarist from New Orleans, complete with cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and can of Red Stripe at his feet, his black guitar snarled and growled its way through his set, and even had the crowd singing along to his cover of ‘Li’l Liza Jane’  

Booker told us who was coming on stage after him… ‘…only Sharon Fucking Van Etten, don’t go anywhere’ I didn’t.  Sharon Van Etten, the New York singer and her band were really incredible, and although I’d only heard two of her songs on the radio, the whole set was enthralling and full of clear heartbreak and melancholy.  Her song ‘Every Time the Sun Comes Up’, gives me shivers every time I hear it now. 

And so to the first headline act of the festival, and my first time venturing to the West Holts (Formerly Jazz World) stage.  I switched groups again, leaving the Kent Guys, and meeting up with the Manchester Group at the front, right hand side of the stage for Hot Chip. Everyone was in high spirits, after seeing Caribou finish their set with a weekend defining rendition of ‘Sun’, which paved the way perfectly for the indie geek electro of Hot Chip.  They’re an enigma of a band at the best of times. A contradictory mix of big electronic four-to-the-floor beats of ‘Over and Over’ and poignant tender moments of real emotion ‘One Life Stand’ and this set was no different.  The new tracks from their 2015 album ‘Why Make Sense’ baluster their already impressive setlist, especially their set opener,  ‘Huarache Lights’.   This was bookended by one of the absolute highlights of the festival.  They covered The Boss’ song Dancing in the Dark (seemed appropriate as we were) and melted this into my favourite song of all time, ‘All My Friends’ by LCD Soundsystem, (who’s guitarist Al Doyle also plays in Hot Chip).  As one of my friends put it, “you must’ve had a massive geekgasm!” They were right… I did! 

Despite protesting that I could go on no further, and that my legs were gone, four hours later, we were still dancing in the dark. 

Saturday morning dawns over Worthy Farm, and I un-peel my aching body from its sleeping bag, and to my surprise both the ground and my Doc Martens are dry. The sky is overcast, which is perfect because it means I wasn’t woken up by the blistering sun as I was the preceding morning. 

The first act I’m interested about seeing is the Australian singer and guitar player, Courtney Barnett. I meet Dick and the Kent Gang in the Avalon Cafe. It’s now very warm, and I find them sucking down huge organic milkshakes.  

I persuade Dick to abandon his group and come watch Courtney Barnett with me.  She is playing on the famous Pyramid Stage. It is my first excursion to this side of the site all week.  The area in front of the pyramid is now a crust of mud and abandoned paper plates.

Above the stage on the front of the pyramid, there is a clock with three stationary hands, and the words, ‘Time for Peace’  The words seem almost laughable in light of the Tunisia beach shooting that had occurred the day before.  But I guess while there are still people who hold onto the unifying ethos of love and peace, the world is a slightly better place.  It may be naive to think it, but while there are musicians, and activists shouting into the abyss from their festival soap boxes the embers of those early 70s hippy fires are kept glowing. 

Anyway, Courtney Barnett.  Young, angry, and telling it like it is.  It’s clear from her words and performance the woman has issues, and she is not shy about talking about her depression/anxiety through a series of kitchen sink (bedsit) tales of struggle. She has mud splattered up her skinny black jeans and looks like she has slept almost as little as me, but she puts on a visceral performance, and I come away enthused!

I Leave Dick to re-join his posse, and once again I head off solo in search of my new favourite band.  The next candidate is an incredible multi instrumentalist called Sinkane, over on the West Holts stage.  London born, raised in Sudan and now lives in New York, Sinkane is signed to James Murphy’s DFA record label, and has all the cool that comes with this pedigree! Mixing Afrobeat, prog and electronica, Sinkane and his band slowly draws a decent crowd who are prised away from the Brothers Cider bar, and sucked into his whirlwind of guitars and drums.  

I catch about half of the set by ex- Supergrass front man, Gaz Coombes, who draws a large audience basking in the sunshine up in the park. His fans enjoy a lively set, but I’m here for who is on next.  

Poet, Play-write, rapper, Mercury Music prize nominated, and Ted Hughes Prize winner, 29 year old Londoner Kate Tempest strides on stage in a red baseball cap, and looks genuinely in awe of the rapturous reception she receives.  She rumbles and raps her way through her narrative tales of a masseuse called Becky and her tumultuous relationship with a drug dealer called Pete.  The songs are telling everyday tales of inner city life for the young. Drugs. Sex. Boredom.  She drops in pieces of her spoken word poetry in between her songs. Frequently dealing with personal perception, 

“One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air is another’s passing glare, it’s hardly there” 

…and making me shed a little tear during her final performance of her poem “Hold Your Own”

At one point during the performance she is so taken aback by the crowd’s response to her, she heads off into the wings, only to re-appear with a bottle of bubbly with which she toasts us, and pours down the welcoming neck of her perspiring drummer.  This is in the best performances I’ve seen at the festival… maybe ever! 

Following Kate Tempest was going to be tricky… But I rejoined the Manchester Group before the Norwegian DJ Todd TerjeDuring his performance of his hit ‘Inspector Norse’ Kevin, AKA the man in the cycling cap, proclaims that this is the most perfect song ever written.  This was noted by me as the most ridiculous statement in a weekend full of ridiculous statements! 

I then head back up to the park to see Spiritualized play a rather turgid set at the Park, lots of lights and feedback, but the whole thing left me a little flat. 

I then met up with Dick, who with 1% phone battery remaining on his phone, managed to arrange a meeting point in order to hit the SE Corner again. At 1am we saw Dick’s local Maidstone boys done good, The Slaves play the Hell Stage. Slaves are a two piece low-fi punk/rock band who write raucous songs about bigfoot and manta-rays.  The Hell Stage erupted as a man dressed as the titular Manta-ray stage dives into their midst.  

As we were walking back to the railway line, our tents and bed, Dick got distracted by some phat Dn’B eminating from a circus tent in the unfair ground.  we entered the steaming hot venue and who should be playing but one of Dick’s favourite DJs of his youth. DJ Dilinja, playing old school Jungle!  We stayed until the end of his set, then once more into the night, and the 40 min trudge back to the tent. Entirely Elated.   

Here we go again! Sunday, the last day… time to go hard, then go home! 

I headed down to West Holts and on another 6Music tip, I watched Ibibio Sound Machine, a UK/Nigerian band playing music to get those tired knees flexing again.    

I then take a walk through the massed ranks of festival zombies over to the Pyramid for only the second time. I took up a position a good way back in crowd to see the real legend of the festival. Not for me, the soul stylings of Lionel Richie, Put the New York punk poet herself Patti Smith. She comes on spitting, and raging, and shows the crowd that there is still space to believe in principles in rock music.  She mellows out a great deal three quarters of the way through the set, as she dedicates a song to the Dalai Lama, and then proceeds to ask us to welcome him onto the stage.  I have absolutely no idea how one is supposed to feel when asked to sing happy birthday to the head of one of the world’s major religions, but I can tell you now, it was very surreal.  As the Dalai Lama shuffles off stage right, I don’t feel that his words held any more significance than the standard, let’s all be nice to each other vibes you get all over the festival.  

I meander off for my first visit to the John Peel tent.

I watch Canadian shoe gaze/dream pop band Alvvays jangle their way through an enjoyable set, including their single ‘Archie Marry Me’.  Their singer and guitarist Molly had the crowd in the palm of her hand throughout the performance.  

Staying in the John Peel tent I watch Django Django, until mid set they blow up the generator.  I recognise a couple of their singles, and enjoy the gig.

I head back over to the Pyramid as the generator kicks back in and Django Django celebrate with a long deep blast of bass synth.  I make my way to the middle of the crowd to watch Alt-J.  I’m staring into the strong afternoon sun now as it slowly moves behind the pyramid itself, making watching the black clad band somewhat of a challenge as the whole stage sits in silhouette.  For the first time the people surrounding me in the audience almost spoil the gig.  I’m surrounded by ‘Gap Yahr’ posh late teens who just chat bullshit the entire way through the set.  “I just luuuurve this baand sooo much, I tried to get Daaaddy to book them for my Yaaacht paaaarty for graduation” or some such utter toss… Anyway… I enjoyed what songs I could hear, but it left me with a strong desire to avoid the pyramid as much as possible.

I had intended to see the Fall, and Goat later on on Sunday, but by this point I was running on empty, it took me an hour to walk back to the tent and at this point I just had a lie down for a while.  

The Manchester Group come back to the camp to prepare for the evening. So it’s a quick blast of dry shampoo, a baby wipe wash, fill up the hip flask and its time to head out for the last time of the weekend. 

We are down in the mix for the Chemical Brothers. 20,000 people all moving as one. Giant robots are lowered from the roof of the Other Stage and they shoot lasers out of their eyes.  My friend Stuart releases a red flair… It’s broadcast live across the BBC! The two Chems on stage drop their Block Rockin’ Beats on us, and we love it! By the time they play this, and Music Response, the crowd is in a frenzy. Arms raised to the sky, aching legs stamping in the mud.  They may not be the most relevant Superstar DJs in the world now, but they know how to have a party, they brought the main festival to a rousing finale!  

Now the story comes full circle, back to the Temple in the Common with that mud dance floor and the pounding, pounding house music. The DJs were Bicep, Joy Orbison, and Jackmaster.  

And that was Glastonbury 2015.  

As Emily and Michael Eavis said. “This was the best one yet”   


Post by modulorMAN

Glasto Gear Guide.

2015 will be my seventh year at Glastonbury Festival! So I thought I’d give a run down of the gear I’m taking this year. Because once a scout, always a scout…

I’m traveling down on the coach this year, so it all about only taking what’s necessary!  (almost)

First and most importantly… THE TICKET! You won’t get far without it!

Then you have to have somewhere to stay! – I’ve gone for an MSR Elixir 2.  Its a three season light weight 2 man tent, that’s surprisingly roomy in side! Can be pitched with and without the rain fly… being Glasto… I’m definitely pitching with the rain cover!!

The tent packs down small, and the whole thing including poles and pegs is only just over 2kg!
Now you’re dry, you want to be warm! I sleep on a Vango Trek Standard, self inflating sleeping mat, I’ve spent five nights on this and its really comfy! It also packs down pretty small! 
I love my sleeping bag! After a hard day watching bands, and a full night raving it up… you’ve got to have a warm cozy bag to crawl into!! Mine is possibly overkill for a British summertime festival… But I think its well worth it! Mine is a Nanok Comfort -5 Norwegian bag. 
So, it’s really unnessessary to take loads of food, or anything crazy to cook on, but it’s good to have a brew, or some huevos rancheros on the first morning! So I’m taking a Trangia Mini
You’re gonna neet to light the Trangia, and your mates are probably gonna ask you for a light at some point over the weekend, and what cooler way to make fire than a Zippo 1941 Replica lighter!

So, now you’re at the festival, your tent’s up and your bed and a cuppa are waiting for you back at camp… but you’re a little inebriated and its dark… and all the tents look like yours… you’re going to need to identify a route through the site and find your tent in the dark. That’s where the Maglite Mini LED comes in!

Probably frowned upon, but I think you always need to have a swiss knife with you when staying under canvas… y’know incase you need to cut a guy chord, or more likely to open a bottle of booze! Mine is a Viktorinox Soldier knife.

There is a system in place for recharging phones on site now but I don’t want to spend my time queuing up to exchange a phone charger… so I take my own. This is the Freeloader Pro with extended Solar cell.  This and another power block kept me charged all through last year.

Now to stay hydrated! I can’t afford the weight of crates of beer this year, so I’m going for the hard liquor approach.  A single malt in a plain brushed ss hip flask. 
Man cannot survive on whiskey alone… so a litre canteen for water is essential! 

 While stomping around site I take a rucksack and my Camel bak hydration bladder… equally good at holding gin and tonic, as water…

 I take a waterproof box with all my odds and ends in, Painkillers, House key, pen, spare batteries, bin bags, Tea bags mending patches.

One of the most important things other than a wash kit is a big pack of baby wipes! This is how you wash.. for a week… 

You’ll have to carry all this gear for BLOODY MILES across the site at the start and end, so you really can’t beat a quality rucksack.  mine is a North Face Tera 65… its a cracking bag!

I’ve not mentioned clothes, because we all know about clothes… just make sure you’ll be dry, warm, and comfortable… that goes for footwear too. After years of putting it off, I’ve succumb to wellies… hateful things but they are the only real way to wade ankle deep in mud for days on end.

Post by modulorMAN

2014 – A Round Up

Two Thousand and Fourteen eh? What the hell was all that about then? Well, I’ll tell you! 

It’s been an incredibly schizophrenic year, in which so much seems to have happened, and yet a lot has remained the same… I guess there is only so much change someone can make in the space of a year. 

It’s been a year (well, summer) that seems to have been dominated by some very good friends getting married.  

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy for them, and it’s an amazing excuse to see people who I wouldn’t usually see that often.  But there was a couple of months over the summer where where every other weekend was a stag do or Wedding!  I mean, there is only so much red table wine I can drink!! 

So the first Stag do was my only foreign trip this year. To Krakow, Poland, the week before Easter.  A beautiful city, lovely people, and a great place to get to know the Groom’s other friends and family.  It was a great few days away, and the wedding was fantastic! 

I shot an AK47… I Was Okay at it.

Stags in Krakow

Then through August and September I had a weekend on a canal boat in the Midlands, followed by the wedding in Lord Byron’s Ancestral home, for a best friend from secondary school.  It is so good to see my friends so happy!! 

Then a fortnight later, a tour of the micro pubs of Thanet and Canterbury staying under canvas, for a best friend from Uni.  The latter is easily in the running for THE most drunk I think I have ever been… (a fact I am not proud of)  

Messing about in Boats!

Micro Pubs in Thanet!

One more enjoyable ‘big day’ and hungover train journey later and the result of all this over exertion was a real desire to hibernate until the New Year.  

January brought the start of an unexpected, and important six months “companioning” with a woman who I’m still very fond of.  It was a complicated situation and there was never going to be the long haul, but the time we spent in each others company are some of the happiest memories I’ll take from this year.  Over these months I got to know parts of Birmingham I have never been to (and probably unlikely to go back to), we took trips to London, and the Malverns, we ate some great food and had more than our fair share of real ale. 

These were good times. 

In June, there was Glatonbury Festival which was as good as ever, and introduced me my No 1 artist of the Year…

Aaaand in at No 1St Vincent with her self titled record, And Glasto Performance.    
No 2Aphex Twin with Syro. 
No 3 – Tod Terje… Its Album Time.
No 4 The Juan MacLean, with In a Dream
No 5 Royal Blood for their Glasto set

Royal Blood at Glasto

Honourable mentions go to Public Service Broadcasting who have a new record out early 2015.  Also Liars, Alt-J, Daniel Avery, Museum of Love, and Shit Robot who’s albums I’ve really enjoyed this year.

I also saw two of my favourite bands this year, Factory Floor upstairs in the Hare and Hounds in May, and Moderat at the Albert Hall in Manchester in February. Both gigs are big highlights of the year! 

Selfie at Moderat

In July, after a painful and protracted, almost year long process, I finally bought out the ex from my house.  I couldn’t have done it without the help and support of my family.  I am very grateful to them for their help.  I have no idea what I would have done without them. This is without doubt the biggest achievement of the year. 

Over the summer I found a new love for Cricket, and I’ve really got into the domestic T20 competition. Admittedly, its not the same as test cricket, but it is a great spectacle, and I got to see Notts Outlaws beat “Birmingham” Bears at Edgbaston on the coldest day of summer. I’m pretty sure I was the only Notts fan in the ground… 

Even better than my team beating the local guys, was finding a love for the Bears… who I have adopted as my second team.  It was great that they made it to the T20 finals day at their home ground. 

I went to my first T20 finals day with a few of the lads, and we had an incredible day of warm beer and “banter”.  The atmosphere was amazing and we got to see three excellent games, with the Bears coming out victorious!! It was probably my non Glasto highlight of the summer!

Yooooooooooo Bears! 

Its been the year I’ve managed to think about Architecture and design for the first time in a while.  looking at projects real and hypothetical for friends and family, gave me something to do to keep me out of trouble.  

2014 has certainly had its ups and downs, but without fail my friends have been the constant throughout it. So “big up” to them! I feel like I’ve seen a lot of them this year, even the ones spread out all over the country… 

Best early Christmas ever. 

Hipster times in Manchester.

A motley crew. 

Work chums!

Cricket Bantz!

So this is something I said in July this year…

To everyone who has shared a pint with me this last year.

To everyone who has had me cry on your shoulder, both literally and figuratively.

To everyone who has told me things get better. 

To everyone who has hugged me in the middle of the night. 

To my parents who have never hesitated in their support for me, I cannot thank you enough.




There is nothing quite like good mates and family is there?!

Here is to 2015 and whatever it brings! 

Happy New Year everyone! 


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Glastonbury 2014 – Mud and Mud

At Glastonbury 2014, I  wasn’t as rigorous about documenting the bands or experience in photographs as I was last year.  I didn’t even take a dedicated camera. Just my iPhone.

I always say that the festival isn’t all about the bands, in fact its especially not about the Headliners. That said, The bands were fantastic! 

Below is an (almost) comprehensive list of the acts I saw perform at this years festival:

  • Kaiser Chiefs
  • Blondie
  • De la Soul
  • Interpol
  • Arcade Fire

  • The Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band 
  • Angel Haze
  • Royal Blood
  • Jagwar Ma
  • ESG
  • Manics
  • Pixies
  • Mogwai
  • Disclosure

  • Public Service Broadcasting 
  • The Horrors
  • St Vincent
  • Ellie Goulding
  • Massive Attack 

 Glastonbury Tor, and Car park sticker – Wednesday morning, getting close! 

Tent up! Let the good times roll! 
The ribbon tower in the Park – Wednesday walk about. 

The motley crew having a sit down in Flagtopia

The “Sacred Space” – Stone Circle – Wednesday

The Park at sunset.

Top of the park

The ribbon tower at dusk.

Thursday – Rave in a cave in Glasto Latino.

Friday – Kaiser Chiefs, Followed by Blondie on the Other Stage.

Blondie on the Other Stage.

De La Soul – They bring the party to the Pyramid Stage.

Interpol – Friday sunset on the Other Stage. 

Arcade Fire – Friday Headline on the Pyramid.

Reverend Peytons Big Damn Band – West Holts Sat AM

ROYAL BLOOD! – John Peel – Contender for best set at the festival!

ESG – Park Stage 

Pixies – Other Stage – Where is my mind? Way out in the water, see it swimming!

Disclosure – DJ Set in the Arcadia Spider!

Sunday – Decamp!

Sunday – So tired!

Hammock Haven

Love and hate!

St Vincent – Park Stage

St Vincent – Amazing set! 

Massive Attack Close the festival on the Other Stage

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Glastonbury 2013 – Mud and Dust

As the dust settles and body recovers, BBC I player is filling in the blanks.  I can say categorically that 2013 is one of the best festivals I’ve been to! This probably has a certain amount to do with the weather only letting is down on Thursday, but a larger part to do with the bands I saw.

The festival, as recorded on the BBC starts on Friday, when the scheduled bands begin playing on the main stages. As anyone who has been will tell you, the festival actually starts days before the main stages fire up. 
Wednesday we arrived as the doors opened, thinking we would be winning. We were not. It still took us hours having to endure dragging our camping gear though the site to Pennard Hill Ground campsite. We did eventually find a great spot up on the hill, just along from the Park area, with views down over the Glade, and new Arcadia stages. 
I was camping with my Brother and Sister in law in amongst variously, some North London kids thinking they were in an episode of Chanel 4’s ‘Skins’. Some emotionally unstable couples from the Welsh Valleys (“I’m only going to ask you once more… Are you coming to Shangri-la?!”) , and a group of friends  who seemed to be taking the opportunity to over indulge and always seemed very “sleepy”  
Wednesday we took in the hippy side of the festival. The green fields, stone circle and ‘healing’ fields are often referred to as the spiritual home of Glastonbury, and to an extent I imagine that these areas are a big part of what stands Glasto apart from your Readings, and V Fests. I’ve never really participated in any of the ‘healing’ that goes on up there, but there are some pretty interesting crafts and skills on show.  You can usually find somewhere to hang out in the green fields. (Sometimes in a hammock)
Thursday the anticipated rain came and it came down hard, all afternoon! This was described optimistically as dust dispersant by the campsite crew. The wellies hastily bought came in handy as the site quickly turned into a quagmire. 
Amazingly, un-listed in the main bill was one of my all time favourite bands from my youth. Six.bySeven are a Nottingham band I grew up listening to, and I was so excited to see them again for the first time in years! They treated the crowd sheltering from the rain at the Glade stage to a full run through of their new record.  This was the perfect band for the night of the deluge. Dark, brooding and dripping with feedback and dry ice. 

I’m not going to try to review every band I saw this weekend, I tried to take some phone snaps of most of the bands. Photos can never relay the atmosphere, express the feel of the bass in your chest or the experience of making new best friends for 50 minutes while watching you favourite bands! 
This is as far as I can remember a comprehensive list of the bands I saw at Glasto 2013.  They’re probably not the ones you saw on the BBC… 
Beady Eye – a TBC that was rather a let down other than a mild nostalgic feeling as Liam Gallagher sang Rock ‘n’ Roll Star. 

The Hives – Howling Pele, the ego who fronts the Hives, told us that this would be the highlight of our festival… Whilst they’re gonna have a tough time competing with the Rolling Stones for the crowd’s affections, the shear showmanship of his band made the Hives a very early highlight for me!

On Friday I found my favourite stage of the festival. Tucked behind the West Holts stage, William’s Green was a small tent putting on some of the most exciting names to feature on the bill.  The 1975 looked about 18, and had clearly had some air play on Radio 1 because the crowd there consisted mainly of teenage (I’m guessing here, they all look young to me!) girls. They played 1980s revival pop and clearly very excited to be playing Glasto.  I wasn’t there to see the 1975 though, I was there to see, Savages. This all girl band were the “buzz band” of the festival. They were incredible, visceral, angry and in your face. They were also clearly excited and nervous of playing the festival. They were a big highlight for me!

The Black Angels were the band on before 65daysofstatic, and I really enjoyed them. They played bluesy freak out rock ‘n’ roll and managed to win over a crowd that wasn’t familiar with their work.

65Daysofstatic are one of my all time favourite bands and I was down the front! I met a nice couple called Alex and Poppy, who were also massive 65days fans. It was incredible when their track Repeat Repeat! Kicked in the whole place erupted, including my new friends! 

Dog Blood – Over at the Sonic Stage in the Silver Hayes dance village I saw Dog Blood, who happen to be Skrillex and Boys Noize, the stage was packed and having a good old afternoon rave up! 

Disclosure – Another storming set this time from the Disclosure brothers, with special guest Jessie Ware, another hotly tipped group Disclosure didn’t disappoint their fans! 

The Horrors – I was really looking forward to seeing The Horrors up at the Park Stage, and they put on a very good show. But unfortunately the audience three rows back from the front were intent on holding their inane conversations over the top of the music. Sadly this really rather spoiled the set for me. I did meet a guy dressed as Robin Hood though who said I should watch TOY the next day… 

On Friday night we went down to South East Corner and had a rave in an Aztec cave in Glasto Latino, wandered through Sangri-La, got sweaty in the Pluto Room inside Shangri-hell and celebrated my Sister in law’s Birthday with drinks in a bar surrounded by walls made of shot gun shells. We staggered though the derelict towers of Block9 and paid our respects to Joe Strummer’s memorial standing stone in Strummerville. The SE Corner feels like a very theatrical vision of the apocalypse, and not for the faint hearted! 

Rokia Traoré – early on Saturday I went down to the Pyramid. My first time all week! The first act was an African singer who did well to get the crowd engaged after a almost certainly heavy Friday night. 

No Glastonbury would be complete without seeing Billy Bragg! The highlight for me being his hit New England. Sounded great in the sunshine! 

Ms/Mr – a TBC on the John Peel stage who were fantastic! NYC disco who did a great version of fellow New Yorkers LCD Soundsystem’s Dance Yourself Clean. 

TOY – Based on the recommendation of Robin Hood, Toy are a teenage band drawing on the Ramones, early Kings of Leon, and a bit of the Horrors. They sounded great! 

HAIM – I only saw a few songs at the end of this set up at the Park But the crowd seemed to enjoy them. 

Primal Scream – with the hardest job at the festival, I thought Bobby Gillespie did rather well warming the crowd up who were only there to get a good spot to see the Rolling Stones.

The Rolling Stones – The headliners of the century, couldn’t really fail. Mick, Keith, Ronnie and Charlie were joined by Mick Taylor for a number of the songs, you have to feel this is to take up a bit of the slack where Keith, clearly isn’t the guitarist he once was.
The overall spectacle was incredible Phoenix, fireworks and 100,000 fans. 

After the Stones, there were rumour of a Daft Punk set at Arcadia, the inferno of late night Glastonbury dance. Daft Punk did not play but the following acts did get the crowd jumping.
Fatboy Slim

Chase and Status 


Sunday was kicked off with Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs DJ set that was on too early to really get going with the audience who were still probably a bit drowsy from the night before. 

Sunday afternoon I camped out at the Other Stage and saw, I Am Kloot who I don’t really know that well. Following them was Public Image Limited who surprised me! They were really good and the audience was really receptive to their sound. 

Of Monsters and Men

Editors- gave a proficient performance and reminded me how much I used to enjoy their first album.

Smashing Pumpkins – again surprised me. Corgan seemed to be on relatively good form and treated the audience to a good few of their greatest hits. “Today is the greatest day” … Etc…

The XX – closed the Other Stage with a heart felt, exquisite and complex show full of power and grace. The perfect end to the festival… In my opinion!