The great thing about small festivals is that you can flit between stages in less time than it takes an I'm From Barcelona balloon to be passed around the crowd. That's what we did this afternoon at End Of The Road. After taking in some of Swedish oddballs I'm From Barcelona and Joan As Policewoman with a trusty cider in hand, we decided to stick around for Scottish folky King Creosote. KC, aka Kenny Anderson, played today with a three-piece band, which unfortunately seemed to limit his usually fluid performance. Only taking to his trademark accordion near the end of his set, the Fence Collective lynchpin didn't seem to really grab the crowd with his songs. Perhaps languid and subtle folk songs like 'There's None Of That' were never really going to excite the crowd out of their tipsy stupor, exhausted after the madness of I'm From Barcelona and the driving Scandi-pop of The Concretes. Another day, Kenny, another day. We then rushed over to the Big Top Tent to see David Vandervelde. Backed by his Moonstation House Band, the young singer, who channels 70s rock in the vein of Marc Bolan and Neil Young, was high on our must-see list. However, when we got there we found a group who most definitely weren't Vandervelde and co on stage. Hmm. Disappointed, we then dawdled over to The Local stage to see Reigns, an instrumental post-rock trio. Augmenting their drummer-less setup with a drum machine and some bizarre samples, their tranquil (if slightly disconcerting) glitch-indie was perfect for the fairy-lit, dry ice-filled tent. Definitely worth checking out if you like your post-rock especially glacial. Keep checking back to our Uncut blogs and news stories for more on End Of The Road Festival, including the definitive review of headliners' Super Furry Animals' performance. Words: Tom Pinnock
The great thing about small festivals is that you can flit between stages in less time than it takes an I’m From Barcelona balloon to be passed around the crowd. That’s what we did this afternoon at End Of The Road.
After taking in some of Swedish oddballs I’m From Barcelona and Joan As Policewoman with a trusty cider in hand, we decided to stick around for Scottish folky King Creosote.
KC, aka Kenny Anderson, played today with a three-piece band, which unfortunately seemed to limit his usually fluid performance.
Only taking to his trademark accordion near the end of his set, the Fence Collective lynchpin didn’t seem to really grab the crowd with his songs. Perhaps languid and subtle folk songs like ‘There’s None Of That’ were never really going to excite the crowd out of their tipsy stupor, exhausted after the madness of I’m From Barcelona and the driving Scandi-pop of The Concretes. Another day, Kenny, another day.
We then rushed over to the Big Top Tent to see David Vandervelde. Backed by his Moonstation House Band, the young singer, who channels 70s rock in the vein of Marc Bolan and Neil Young, was high on our must-see list. However, when we got there we found a group who most definitely weren’t Vandervelde and co on stage. Hmm.
Disappointed, we then dawdled over to The Local stage to see Reigns, an instrumental post-rock trio. Augmenting their drummer-less setup with a drum machine and some bizarre samples, their tranquil (if slightly disconcerting) glitch-indie was perfect for the fairy-lit, dry ice-filled tent. Definitely worth checking out if you like your post-rock especially glacial.
Keep checking back to our Uncut blogs and news stories for more on End Of The Road Festival, including the definitive review of headliners’ Super Furry Animals‘ performance.
Words: Tom Pinnock
