Editorial by Brett Pike
We can get a direct flight to almost every other major city in Australia. Hell we can even get flights from A-Town to Singapore! But god forbid there be a direct flight to lil' Tasmania. Four hour layover, couple nights on Hobart and a one hour bus ride, and I've arrived at Falls Marion Bay. Home, at least for the next 7 days.
Alt-J. You had better believe the hype. Having been somewhat neutral towards the UK lads, they produced a set worthy of the headline title they have been given across the world. Renditions of Matilda and Tessellate drawing enormous responses from the 10,000+ strong crowd filling the amphitheater, coupled with an equally worthy light show to boot. Standing near centre stage in awe, I am all aboard the Alt-J bandwagon, hook line and sinker.
Our very own Tkay Maidza and her DJ Elk. Playing a 12:30 slot at any festival is hard, especially when most of the crowd is wearing off an Alt-J fuelled hangover from the night before. Let me tell you, people were running, RUNNING, to come see Tkay tear it up. Dropping bangers Arm Up and Handle My Ego, opening her set with Switch Lanes and closing with U-Huh (complete with maniacs holding waterguns), this girl just thrives on stage. Tkay Maidza should be a staple diet of every festival, and will be commanding bigger crowds and better timeslots in the very near future.
Festival Site. A 15 minute walk to a private beach, access to all stages from every campsite on the grounds, good looking staff (wink wink nudge nudge), and food + drink stalls with reasonable festival prices. $7 for a full strength beer, I can do that. $10 for one of the best haloumi burgers AND chips, check. And even a fruit n veg shop with standard prices, brilliant! Marion Bay just got it right on all levels. One of the best festival atmospheres I've ever been to, period.