FYF Fest: More Like WTF Fest?
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Over the twelve hours I spent at Fuck Yeah Fest, it was overheard being renamed "What the Fuck" Fest and "Fuck You Fest". This is because a complete lack of good planning, led to what seemed like an over-crowded, but under-catered for a festival- something not excusable for a festival in it's seventh year running.
Endless queues for entrance, food, water, toilets and beer in incessant heat led to a weary crowd. However, the music delivered-with the exception of some enduring sound glitches. Highlights included an outlandish performance by Man Man, watching !!!, whose lead singer climbed the stage, gyrating furiously humping a giant speaker and a theatrical performance by Dead Man's Bone.
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Agreed. The location - a scorched industrial park surrounded by chain link fences and a nightmarish, Great Gatsby-style all-seeing billboard of the chief creep from that facebook movie - was a dystopian joke. Only the gold dust clouds at sundown provided some environmental beauty. Limited shade led to the comic sight of skinny rock fans collecting under a single willow for relief. The advertised description of food trucks was misleading: no groovy echo park pitas or much organic fare at all (excepting the excellent vegan brownies provided for by a tent full of gorgeous women for a reasonable price of I think three bucks). An ATM machine stationed alone on a yellow strip of dead grass like the monolith from 2001 said it all. Were it not for the exceptional bill - 7 Seconds returned with a vengeance, assorted bands in the daytime were routinely excellent, and Sleep finally provided enough high powered voltage to reboot the people's dusty and broken operating systems. This public service on the part of Mr. Pike and Co. does not mitigate the uncreative planning, totalitarian fashion scene, and an uptight tres trying too hard crowd. Makes me miss the indoor vibe at EchoPlex. Enough grim, proto-military 'youth entertainment pressure-releasing rituals'. Aim higher. Try again NEXT YEAR
Agreed. The location - a scorched industrial park surrounded by chain link fences and a nightmarish, Great Gatsby-style all-seeing billboard of the chief creep from that facebook movie - was a dystopian joke. Only the gold dust clouds at sundown provided some environmental beauty. Limited shade led to the comic sight of skinny rock fans collecting under a single willow for relief. The advertised description of food trucks was misleading: no groovy echo park pitas or much organic fare at all (excepting the excellent vegan brownies provided for by a tent full of gorgeous women for a reasonable price of I think three bucks). An ATM machine stationed alone on a yellow strip of dead grass like the monolith from 2001 said it all. Were it not for the exceptional bill - 7 Seconds returned with a vengeance, assorted bands in the daytime were routinely excellent, and Sleep finally provided enough high powered voltage to reboot the people's dusty and broken operating systems. This public service on the part of Mr. Pike and Co. does not mitigate the uncreative planning, totalitarian fashion scene, and an uptight tres trying too hard crowd. Makes me miss the indoor vibe at EchoPlex. Enough grim, proto-military 'youth entertainment pressure-releasing rituals'. Aim higher. Try again NEXT YEAR