Sunday, 14 October 2018

Reading Festival 2018

Reading Festival feels like such a distant memory, now that festival season is officially over and outside is cold and crisp and covered in falling leaves. This was my first ever Reading festival and I gotta say, straight off the bat, I'm so in love with it. Out of all the ones I've done, in Ireland, the U.S. and now the U.K., this one is by far my favourite - and for such Old Person reasons too. It's just really well organised, there are dozens and dozens of different food trucks and toilets and everything and the simple joy of not having to queue makes the whole experience ten times better. Security were wonderful too, even through dealing with Lil Pump's onstage temper tantrums (more on that later lol).

But Ciara, you cry, forget all that shit - what about the bands?

Well, let's get into it.

Obvious highlights first: Waterparks (duh - also our ninth and final show of this year excuse me for a second while I cry) Going from seeing them play to less than seventy people in a tiny club in Switzerland in the spring to the huge main stage crowd at Reading made me feel like a proud mom; Fall Out Boy headlining (despite a few sound issues and a slightly unenthusiastic crowd towards the back, they're still excellent and I will fight anyone who says otherwise) - particularly Patrick's really weird Elton John impression during his verse in Save Rock and Roll. I'm still not sure if that was intentional or what was going on but it was... something.

The Regrettes played between Big Shaq and Waterparks on Friday (you can see us standing at the barrier during Big Shaq's set on the BBC feed, because where else would you be at 11am on a Friday). The Californian quartet absolutely killed it - I've rarely seen a lead singer with half as much charisma and cool like Lydia Night, and she's literally only seventeen. The Regrettes are definitely going places, watch this space.

We caught the gist of Bring Me The Horizon's secret set from the queue for the Waterparks meet and greet - new track Mantra sounded fucking wonderful, as did That's The Spirit highlights Happy Song and Throne. I also finally got to see Icelandic trio Dream Wife - seeing singer Rakel Mjoll pure screaming out the lines in F.U.U. was incredible. We caught a few seconds of Dua Lipa's Blow Your Mind (Mwah) en route to Rex Orange County - which was a lovely and wholesome time (read all about his recent Vicar St show). I love love love hearing Loving Is Easy live, coupled with a crowd-wide singalong and colourful confetti falling everywhere, it's so magical and nice.

We skipped out on Travis Scott to cram into an already wedged tent, safe from the rain, to watch The Used, who despite being really, really late, were still excellent. Pretty Handsome Awkward just went OFF and I loved every second. Singer Bert McCracken also recited some Shakespeare and had everyone circle-pit to it, which just about sums up the whole experience.

Saturday meant two things for us: Brockhampton and Panic! At The Disco (the real Saturday night headliners, sorry Kendrick). In our wait for Brockhampton at the barrier of the BBC Radio One stage, we watched Australian band West Thebarton, Chase Atlantic and Mabel - Playboi Carti was supposed to play but called in sick that day, giving Brockhampton a whole hour set. I have literally never experienced anything like the crowds at Brockhampton shows. I've witnessed Bring Me The Horizon pits as a young'un, and thought I'd had the life squished out of me at The Blackout shows back in the day, but this is on a whole other level. My life flashed before my eyes several times at that barrier, and five security guards came up to me at different points to ask if I wanted to be taken out, but I persevered (it was all for Boogie at the very end to be honest, and it's always worth it). Don't get me wrong, Brockhampton are great live, and I've never experienced a crowd with as much adoration for the artist performing for them. At least not like this.

I ticked so many bands and bops off my teenage bucketlist over the course of Reading weekend - some of which being seeing The Used play PHA and The Taste of Ink, as well as going sick to Sum 41 during In Too Deep and most importantly, Fat Lip - but Panic! At The Disco blew all of these out of the water. I mean, Brendon Urie really is That Bitch. The charisma, the glamour, the vocals, ugh. It was so wonderful from start to finish - even though the set was largely songs from their latest album, Pray For The Wicked and other recent bops I hadn't heard of, it was still a wonderful experience. I haven't stopped listening to PFTW since - Hey Look Ma I Made It and Dancing's Not A Crime in particular. We got treated to classic bops like Nine In The Afternoon (played on a giant golden piano, nonetheless) and of course, I Write Sins Not Tragedies. I can't believe in the year of our Lord 2018 I've finally become a Panic! stan, at the ripe old age of 23, but they were that good. An incredibly theatrical and wholesome experience (especially when Brendon pranced about in a Pride flag and sang Girls/Girls/Boys, my heart!)

It absolutely pissed rain Saturday night and all Sunday morning, so we only showed up to the muddy arena late Sunday evening for Hippo Campus, and then The Vaccines - who were so bloody excellent, and definitely one of my favourites of the weekend. All In White was a particular highlight but new bops Your Love Is My Favourite Band and I Can't Quit went down a treat too. They're just an all round excellent band, y'know?

We closed out the weekend with Slaves (I just wanted to bop to Cheer Up London, which was great), and left early during the slightly snoozy headline set from Kings of Leon. Well, we gave them roughly half an hour, waiting for a hit or two, and none were forthcoming...

The weekend wasn't without its bum notes (see aforementioned Kings of Leon) - we left The Vaccines during the last song to catch the final few minutes of Lil Pump's set (just for Gucci Gang, because gotta get that Instagram story content, tbh). It turns out, Lil Pump's show down at the BBC Radio One stage was, in fact, an absolute hellfire. The seventeen year old had shown up thirty minutes late to his set, but was insisting on finishing it out regardless of who was set to play after him. I think we witnessed about thirty seconds of actual music, between the rapper trying to scrap with the crowd, the sound techs who tried desperately to cut him off (I'm pretty sure the whole set was being broadcast live on Radio 1) and the security - between calling everyone bitches, f*****s, and threatening to fight anyone who glanced his way, he still found the time to encourage the crowd to chant 'fuck you' to the security team. The whole thing was just gross, and I really don't understand how cancel culture hasn't come for him yet.

Anyway: all that being said, Reading was, for the most part, a great experience and a nice environment (we didn't camp, so we didn't experience all of that madness, thank god). I'd 100% go back if next year's line-up is as sick as this year's. Loads of people complained on Twitter about this year's line-up (but won't they always, says you) but I thought it was a great mix of classic and contemporary, and largely emo and hiphop acts - with a bunch of great female and LGBT artists too, which is good to see.

And on that note: one of the things I absolutely wanted to do this year was to learn how to edit video - thus, I made it my mission to film bits and pieces at Reading this year and lo and behold: the results are now on YouTube for all the world to see. Watch it below, and forgive my slight iPhone shakiness - I did take a lot of these mid-dancing...

What did you think of this year's Reading & Leeds line-up? Have you ever been?
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