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Parklife 2011 review and pictures

Lynda Moyo is warm and dry and Simon Binns is damp and cold

Published on June 13th 2011.


Parklife 2011 review and pictures

FESTIVAL season arrived in Manchester this weekend as Parklife returned to Platt Fields Park in Fallowfield.

Lynda Moyo and Simon Binns went armed only with a hospitality wristband, a broken umbrella and a copy of Dubstep for Dummies tucked under their arms.

As the day went on, the mud became sludge. As darkness fell, the field started to look like Hollyoaks meets the Somme.

Saturday:

The dry day. Everything’s always better when drenched in sunshine and a field full of 18-year-olds off their tits is no exception. On the main stage in the peak of the afternoon were local act Everything, Everything. They were brilliant in their boiler suits. We even got to hear new unnamed material which suggests the next album will be as good, if not better, than the last. The four-piece drew  a sizable crowd on Platt Fields Park.

Img_1889Elsa Esmeralda was the source of much Twitter admiration thanks to her teaming up with Manchester’s Riot Jazz over in the Hospitality tent. ‘Girl has the voice of SILK’ was one of the many compliments for the set.  Over in the Ape and Metropolis tent, Toddla T and Breakage were some of the most celebrated although word on the grapevine suggests they needed to pump up the volume, particularly during Donaeo, who could barely be heard.

One person who certainly made sure she was audible was the tiny, flame-haired Katy B. She resorted to jumping up and down like a five year-old on a bouncy castle to make sure she wasn’t missed. If only someone had told her to do up her flies. Still, she certainly was Katy on a mission and all the cool kids went mad for her chart tracks. The rest just bopped their heads or largely ignored her.

Kelis was much the same. Appearing like she’d just come back from the Manchester SlutWalk, only with a tuft of overgrown grass on her head, she began singing lots of David Guetta-style songs nobody actually knew. Bad move. The oldies were the goodies though with  ‘Milkshake’, ‘Millionaire’ and ‘Trick Me’ getting the crowd going, ready for the finale of the unconquerable Two Door Cinema Club. 

All in all a reasonably triumphant start to the third year of the festival. Then came the rain....

Sunday:

So Moyo got sunshine, I got rain. Figures.

And when it rains in a field, you’re guaranteed one thing. Mud. I was woefully underprepared in white trainers a t-shirt and the world’s thinnest jacket, so I went tent hopping, slipping and sliding between pie-eyed teenagers.

Annie Mac soldiered on with her set on the main stage despite the driving rain, and there were plenty of people up for some afternoon raving.

Ambient trance duo D/R/U/G/S were fantastic in the Now Wave tent, mixing beats and bleeps and chucking in a bit of old skool progressive house for good measure.

Dsc08012Mark Ronson played somebody else’s records then pegged it off in his helicopter. But the most surprising set of the day was from God, who had the whole place shut down for an hour at 6.30pm so the church next door could hold evening mass in peace.

It was a bit of an awkward moment for the festival organisers, but even as an atheist, I know you can’t win an argument with God, on any grounds. They rode the silent hour out though, just in time for 2manydjs to take the roof off the Big Top.

I caught the first half of their set before wandering over to the other side of the muddy field to see DJ Shadow, whose stage show was worth £10,000 apparently. The man himself was encased in a giant orb with visuals bouncing off it.

Bits of 'Entroducing' were mixed in with newer stuff as he delivered a thrilling, mesmerising set. Well worth the schlep through the slop.

As the day went on, the mud became sludge. As darkness fell, the field started to look like Hollyoaks meets the Somme. 

I'd lost the feeling in my feet, my mate Eddy had been poleaxed by a flailing moshpit elbow and Ruth Allen's dodgy finger was nearly falling off. Time to go home.

The rain hadn't dampened people's spirits too much. My trainers, however, are a different strory.

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AnonymousJune 13th 2011.

I don't think I've ever seen quite so many girls in the same place in the same bikini top/hot pants/welly combo.

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Stewart ParryJune 17th 2011.

The level of production at this festival was excellent. It puts some much larger festivals to shame (Creamfields). Function 1 soundsystems everywhere! The atmosphere was brill, the crowd was great. I will defo be going back next year!!!

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