As we drove the car through the Butlins’ gates we got that familiar tingle of anticipation, here we were again, and then we saw the queue to check in... and then we saw the other queue, the one for the My Bloody Valentine wristbands, the one that stretched back and back and back in to the distance in the dripping rain and realised that, just for once, ATP had got something rather wrong. Surely there must have been a better way to dole out these wristbands, especially as in the end it didn’t really seem to matter which night you got a band for?
As a result of this we miss Wounded Knees, in fact I’m fairly sure most people miss Wounded Knees, which is a shame but once we got ourselves sorted out, stuff deposited in chalets and a couple of beers consumed all this frustration faded in to the background and we headed off to see Josh T Pearson. Read More...
My Bloody Valentine
De La Soul
Primal Scream
Yo La Tengo
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