Wireless Festival 2018 set to be the best yet


Entering its 13th year, Wireless Festival 2018 is ready to continue its dominance of the London day festival scene. Taking place across 6th, 7th, 8th July, this year’s iteration sees the heavyweights you hear on Spotify every day making their way to Finsbury Park. It’s proved to be the hottest ticket in London town, with all 3 days sold out.

Friday sees the return of J Cole as a headliner to the main stage. Since his appearance in 2016, he’s released two albums both topping the charts in the US. Friday also sees the return of Post Malone, who has had an incredible 2018 with his album Beerbongs & Bentleys breaking the first day streaming records on Spotify. Supported by PARTYNEXTDOOR, Big Sean and British behemoths Wretch 32 and Wiley, Friday promises to kick the weekend off in style.

Man of the moment and king of grime Stormzy take the stage to headline on Saturday. From a late afternoon appearance in 2015 away from the main stage, Stormzy’s elevation to the main stage speaks volume of the impact he’s had on the music scene since. He’s supported by hip hop’s power group Migos and Stormzy’s heir apparent to the throne, J Hus.

Closing out the festival will be DJ Khaled and friends, with some exciting surprises in store for festival-goers. The notable headliner is supported by revered grime artist Grime and the energetic Lil Uzi Vert.

Each day sees a whole host of emerging British talent taking the stage from 3.30pm onwards, including Mist, Kojo Funds, Big Shaq and Mostack to name a few.

For those lucky enough to grab their ticket, it promises to be a stunning weekend. And one which will leave people already looking ahead to Wireless 2019.

Review: Miss Polly Rae’s ‘Between the Sheets’ at Underbelly Festival

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I’m a huge fan of Polly, the woman beside me says: she’s the best in the business. We’re sitting on the far left of a crowded semi-circle that cups the stage. I can’t hear her exacts words, which are drowned out by both the frank invitations of Khia’s My Neck, My Back and the murmuring crowd around us.

For Underbelly Festival’s debut season, Miss Polly Rae reprises her popular show Between the Sheets with new and exclusive material. Within a cavernous spiegeltent, festooned with lights and disco balls, the lovely MC and her colourful troupe celebrate perversion, outlandish desires, and love in the 21st century. Although advertised as cabaret, the show is more a heady mixture of burlesque, striptease and variety.

Soon the lights are killed and the tent goes pitch black – save for a white, glowing sheet in front of the catwalk. Behind it lies a scene of men and women, angelically silhouetted but suggestively posed. The light flickers softly, and each time the scene shifts: the result is a kind of orgiastic moving picture. It’s a clever little teaser for what proves to be a most excellent and myriad light show.

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The troupe makes a steamy entrance.

A lithe figure, purple skinned with neon hair and lips, struts out of the darkness and across the dim stage. Beau Rocks starts us off with a straightforward, purely sensuous dance routine. It feels like a retro sci-fi mixture of burlesque and rave, with a lush chair routine to really get your rocks off. Between the Sheets is very much a millennial production – from the selection of predominantly 90s popular music, down to the costuming.

Beau less than subtly finishes up by pouring glowing, multicolored paint all over herself. After the applause a sultry voice emerges from the audience. Miss Polly Rae, from where I’m sitting, appears to be wreathed by rays of golden light. She slinks towards the stage, flirting and quipping with audience members along the way, as she introduces herself and the show to newcomers. Rae sweetly explains that we are between her sheets – her world of fantasy and desire.

The acts get along at a brisk pace. Most are elaborate stripteases, varying between pastiche or parody, with suitably elaborate outfits. If they aren’t especially sophisticated, one is easily distracted by both the dazzling lights and the troupe’s physical sensuousness. The women are voluptuous, the men chiseled, and all are very limber. Tom Cunningham and Myles Brown prove to be the mainstay of the show, featuring in at least half of it. They are the most dynamic of the bunch (at least on the ground…) both physically and emotively.

Lily Snatchdragon, as Miss Rae’s long-suffering understudy, provides two coarsely comedic interludes. Her character is a mishmash of Oriental Asian stereotypes – ‘I’m Thai but the kimono is Japanese, deal with it’ – down to the saccharine falsetto. Lily bemoans both her lot in life, (avoiding) to clean up after the rest’s escapades, and her desire for British nationality. The highlight is a very blue parody of I’d Do Anything, including raucous suggestions from backstage. Playing desperation for laughs is a tricky thing, and Lily’s momentum does flag at moments however.

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For their enchanting, gravity-defying performance, the lights were turned down low and the music softened.


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Kitty Bang Bang’s first fire-breathing performance.

Personally, my favourite part of the evening is also the least overtly sexual. Acrobatics partners Duo Visage mesmerise the crowd, almost to complete silence, suspended upon an aerial hoop. Intertwined they perform seemingly impossible feats of contortion and agility, lowering each other down and up and around, all while spinning in the air.

It was a tough one to follow. In barely-there lingerie, Kitty Bang Bang sets the stage aflame – literally so, at the climax – twirling torches and swallowing fire. Yet the striptease and the gyrating almost feels perfunctory here, and definitely a distraction. ‘Pony Play’, with Brown and Cunningham as the stallions and Rae the rider, starts promisingly but ends up feeling a little mechanical.

Wrapping up the show, to everyone’s dismay, Miss Rae proffers one last act. Kitty sweeps the stage again in a flowing black dress, a classic femme fatale, for a jaw-dropping reprise. Stripping the dress away, she climbs into a raised basin of water. I soon receive a light showering, while the Polly fan beside me gets soaked. (It’s sour, she says with a little grimace). Sweat and water dripping down my face, I behold the sexpot – clad in fiery, spinning nipple tassels – getting raunchy and wet inside a giant, also flame-rimmed cocktail glass.

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Polly and the cast, all in fresh outfits, make a sparkling farewell.

Between the Sheets is an extravaganza of earthly delights, both carnal and otherwise. Director/Art Director Laura Corcoran and Klare Wilkinson have put together a fun production that rises above itself. The focus is on striptease, and the cast is very comfortable in their own skin. Yet the show makes a balancing act of titillation, erotica, laughter and serious stagecraft. It doesn’t always work, but what strikes me is how earnest the troupe appear to be.

‘Love is what it’s all about’, Polly Rae declares in the finale. I might even believe her.


Words: Charles Conway
Photography: Jason Moon/Underbelly Festival
Originally written for Performance Reviewed

Hearts on Fire: The Final Secret Garden Party

It’s a moody evening in late July. An ominous grey storm cloud looks fit to burst above the already waterlogged landscape of Abbots Ripton. Tents – both those belonging to campers and ones housing DJs, bands and bars – are laden with the intermittent downpour of the past three days. But, among some 30,000 revellers stretched across every corner of the Secret Garden Party – damp with rain, covered in paint and cast with mud – there isn’t a single downcast spirit in sight, despite the glistening, beglittered eyes everywhere.

Because, as the Secret Garden Party swung open its gates for one final, triumphant get-together, a kindling of intimacy and energy, kinship and community caught blaze in the hearts of its revellers. It was beautiful and bittersweet; a heartfelt, hedonistic reverie brimming with pain and gratitude, like embracing a close friend about to set off for a long time.

It was an ending – and we all came together to make sure it would be remembered forever, weather be-damned.

Since its inception in 2004, SGP (as it’s fondly known by its devotees) has grown from a one stage, 1,000 person festival to a 15 stage, 30,000-person extravaganza. Thinking back, its genesis came at a time that seems alien now: before smartphones, before social media and before anyone had ever paired the words ‘boutique’ and ‘camping’ together. Along the way, it hasn’t lost a jot of the frontier spirit and independent ethos that set it sharp against the grain of mainstream UK festivals.

From its burn-the-house-down traditions, to its eclectic-yet-understated lineup, every element has been carefully considered to create a chaotic, exuberant festival overflowing with energy and joie de vivre. Except, in the organiser’s eyes, this isn’t a festival at all; it’s a party. With that firmly in mind, we chose to forgo pulling out the highlighters and painfully scheduling our days. In fact, we didn’t look at a programme once the whole weekend, choosing instead to follow our eyes and ears and let the flow of the crowd and word on the grapevine carry us from stage to stage.


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As party plans go it was second to none; as review strategies go, it left something to be desired. Our memories are fuzzy at best. We can’t tell you everything we watched. We can’t tell you how incredible Metronomy were. We think Crystal Fighters were pretty great, but we can’t be sure. We were AWOL for Toots & the Maytals, and our editor lost three hours of party time when he passed out in a portaloo.

But, just like the sun breaking through, there are moments no amount of alcohol could cloud. At the Lost Woods, Maribou State lit up the crowd with an extended mix of Jungle’s time that could have carried on forever, and Sam Goku dropped a Greg Wilson remix of Grandbrother’s ‘Ezra Was Right’ – a groove so powerful the trees started shaking their leaves. The Palais De Boob provided a perfect setting for ecstatic singalongs to ‘Like a Prayer’ and ‘Unwritten’, and Craig Richards made 5am at The Drop feel like the start of the night when he revived tired legs with thick, boisterous cuts of techno like Helena Hauff’s ‘C45p’ and Luca Lozano’s ‘End of Line’. We’ll remember there’s no better cure for a hangover than diving into a lake, no better comic relief than drag race at The Lido and no better feeling than 30,000 people cheering in unison as fireworks light up the night sky. And yes, we’ll remember falling flat on our faces down The Drop, and waking up in a tent better described as a puddle of mud.

On Saturday night, everyone gathered together by the main stage to watch the mansion go up in flames. After being set alight, it burned away to reveal a heart on fire hiding within: just like this heart – which burned defiantly for the rest of the weekend – the final edition of the Secret Garden Party will shine brightly in the hearts and memories of everyone who attended, for a very long time.

There’s no festival quite like the Secret Garden Party. We won’t forget you any time soon.


Secret Garden Party second wave lineup announced

This year, our FAULT Favourite Festival ‘Secret Garden Party’ is back with a clear message to the fame worshipping and excluding masses, “bore off, we all run this town!”

This summer the Secret Garden Party invites all into the most inclusive VIP-LOL-OFF for their 15th SGP ever themed – “Sweet Dreams. Are made of these? And who are we to disagree…”

It’s no surprise that we LOVE attending SCP each year and would likely still attend even if the lineup wasn’t to our taste but time and time again they have filled their lineup with FAULT Favourite bands and this year is no exception.

FAULT Favourites Crystal Fighters, Metronomy Toots & The Maytals Wild Beasts, Peaches, Ray Blk, Honne and Jagwar Ma are just a few names from the perfect line up to get the secret party started right!

See the full lineup below alongside booking info and we look forward to seeing you all down there 20th-23rd July 2017.

Rystal Fighters / Metronomytoots & the Maytals/wild Beasts / Peaches / Ray Blk / Honne / Jagwar Ma

Rejjie Snow / Jeremy Loops / Tom Misch / Akala / Jorja Smith /  Fickle Friends / Bonzai /the Moonlandingz / Deap Vally / All Them Witches /  Kate Nash / Jain / Pumarosa / Zak Abel  / Will Joseph Cook / Tom Grennan / Mabel / Etta Bond / Be Charlotte / Toothless / North Downs / Let’s Eat Grandma / Seramic / Charlotte Oc / Laurel / Aine Cahill / Cosmo Sheldrake / Mont Jake

Tickets for Secret Garden Party 2017 are now on sale at: tkt.to/sgp2017

FAULT Magazine Attends Way Out West Festival

 Way Out West, Gothenburg. Nestled deep in the beautiful park of Slotskogen in Gothenburg, this year Sweden’s Way Out West promised us the likes of Jamie XX, Skepta, Morrissey and PJ Harvey.

We arrived on Thursday to the distinctive sound of French electronica band M83 who performed a healthy mix of old favourites amongst a great selection of new tracks from their recently released album, ‘Junk’. The set spanned from the upbeat and catchy ‘Do it, Try it’, to the hauntingly beautiful ‘Outro’; a perfect start to our three day festival weekend.

Priding itself as a completely meat free festival, it seemed fitting that Morrissey should headline the first day. “No meat for sale” he exclaimed, pleased with the festival’s ethical policies and then thanked us for being so “open minded” after performing ‘Meat is Murder’, through which disturbing footage of animals being tortured in slaughter houses was shown. Other sing-alongs included ‘First of the Gang to Die’, ‘Irish Blood, English Heart’, and ‘I’m throwing my arms around Paris’. One thing for sure, he’s still got it. His voice was impeccable and it seemed the whole festival, young and old, was captivated by his presence.

The morning of day two treated us to ‘Danny Says’ in the film tent, which documents the life and times of music manager and influencer, Danny Fields. Music from artists such as James Bay, Julia Holter and the legendary Grace Jones then filled our afternoon before we eagerly headed towards the Azalea stage for The Libertines; who, despite the messy set, were extremely well received by the Swedes. PJ Harvey then took to the Flamingo stage with a mesmerizing performance filled with power and passion.

Due to the diversity of the lineup, Way Out West is great for discovering new artists. We went eyes shut to our third and final day, trying our luck at stumbling across musicians we hadn’t heard of. Swedish singer songwriter Amanda Bergman was a pleasant surprise and British born instrumentalist Mura Masa got the muddy crowd moving at the Dungeon stage in the afternoon. Jamie XX was an eagerly anticipated act and he did not disappoint as the entire festival flocked to the Azalea stage for his solo performance. Despite the great music and positive vibes we couldn’t help but feel his set would have been better suited to a later evening slot.

The best was saved to last with a thoughtful and energetic performance from Massive Attack featuring Scottish hip hop group Young Fathers, who elevated the experience with their enthusiasm and rhythmic sound. As the light faded and they played into the night, the impressive light show added to the spectacle and the political messages that flashed up on screen encouraged roars of unity from the dancing crowd.

An all-around feel-good festival, Way Out West is a unique experience unlike any British weekender you’ll encounter. The park is kept impressively clean and tidy throughout the event; the food is thoughtful and healthy, focusing mainly on vegan options. This isn’t always what you fancy when feeling the cold and ankle deep in mud, however embrace the Way Out West spirit and you’ll discover numerous delicious dishes including generous sized pizzas, halloumi burgers and many falafel options. Way Out West is great for those looking for a chilled weekend away to enjoy music. Here you will find a diverse range of acts, friendly people and beautiful landscapes ready to be explored.


Words: LXN

FAULT Magazine attends Way Out West Festival


Last year for the first time we visited Gothenburg’s leading music festival Way Out West and it was so good we’re delighted to be returning this Thursday! Festival tickets starting from £168 hosted in Sweden’s music capital with headline spots from Morrissey, PJ Harvey, Sia and Skepta we couldn’t resist. The event will again take place in Slottskogen Park

The award-winning Way Out West spans rock, electronic and hip-hop and further cement their eclectic tastes with the addition of Swedish singer-songwriter The Tallest Man On Earth, multi-instrumentalist Daniel Norgren, genre defying Chelsea Wolfe along with American rapper G-Eazy to the 2016 line-up.

Some exciting artists that have been announced are Anna Von Hausswolff, Chvrches, Daughter, Jack Garratt, Jamie xx, Jason Isbell, Julia Holter, M83, Massive Attack & Young Fathers, PJ Harvey, Seinabo Sey, Sia, Skepta, Stormzy, The Last Shadow Puppets and Travi$ Scott. For us though, we’re most excited to finally see ‘Anohni’ formely known as Antony Hegarty of Hercules and the Love Affair who you can catch at 9pm on the Azalea stage.

Similar to what I found at the Sonar by Day event Way Out West will hold certain Music Conferences throughout with key influencers on board to discuss the future of its industry and its current position. It will be interesting to see how their views differ or relate to varied music genres rather than specifically electronic. Along with the musical offering will be the festival’s inspiring Film Festival, which features the most innovative producers, directors and premiers from around the world. To keep up the festivals impressive environmentally friendly achievements all food will be vegetarian and all milk will be substituted for oat milk to take pioneering steps to help save our planet. We’ll see how these new rules go down…

Stay Out West will be back again in some of Gothenburg’s best venues for the nocturnal offering, giving further access to some of the best artists on offer. Stay Out West gives revellers the chance to keep going long into the night across the city. Dua Lipa and Little Jinder join the previously announced Lady Leshurr, Section Boyz, Thundercat and Cherri with plenty more yet to be announced.

Tickets and more info are available at www.wayoutwest.se/en.



FAULT Magazine at Sonar, Barcelona.

It’s 4:59pm on a Wednesday and I’m eyeing up that laptop shut down whilst strategically pulling my jacket on ready to run shouting good bye work, hello Barcelona! Heading to Luton Airport, knees shaking with excitement ready to meet with friends to once again re-visit easily the best dance music festival in the world. Complimentary plane gin & tonics with some cheap salted crisp snack set the mood as we discussed our expectations for the festival, our yacht (dingy) accommodation and the new additions to our team.

Hitting down in Barcelona, quite tired but needing food we dropped our stuff at our bigger than expected yet smelly-as-shit boat in the Olympic Port and grabbed some much needed Paella in a tourist hot spot beach restaurant. A few sangria’s later and aware what was ahead we got some much needed sleep.


Waking up naturally, looking at blue skies through the window doesn’t make me miss the usual noisy, congested Mare street. “Why don’t we live here?” became a popular topic of the weekend.  A great group effort on breakfast made in our cupboard sized kitchen saw us wash it down with a classy carton of Don Simon Sangria on the boat deck. Beach Time! Towels down, shades on, factor 30 shared around, there we were trying not to look like ‘that group of pastey white brits’. Alas, we were soon joined by our Australian (& New Zealand) friends showing us how the beach is done. Our team had assembled, totalling in a very impressive fourteen comrades. After introductions and hugs were shared, it was nearly time to head to an Off Sonar event in the grounds of the Primavera Festival Parc Del Forum – Proyectual Pres: Todd Terje, Mcde, Gold Panda, Omar S and Joy Orbison. Back to the boat for a quick change and to put our festival orders in with our new greesy haired and sweaty friend Alfredo. This was the golden week in his calendar so I imagine he’d not been to bed for a few days. Supplies obtained, deals made, drinks down, we Olympic power walked along the beach for the festival!

Upon arrival to the site we grabbed our passes and onto the bar we went onto to discover this was another one of those festivals that have annoyingly started to partake in having to upload money onto a chip to get served. This doesn’t benefit the customer; it only makes it easier for cash handling and the customer almost definitely always loads more money than he needs leaving wastage. However we didn’t let this dampen our mood as we caught up with our good friend Derwin (Gold Panda) who we found inspecting the very unstable and shaky main stage. After a few pre-show tequilas washed down with a mandatory mandy lined vodka redbull we entered the crowd to watch a hugely anticipated live performance of Derwin’s new album ‘Good Luck And Do Your Best’. Opening the set with

‘Time Eater’ I felt a strong connection to his earlier work from his first album ‘Lucky Shiner’ through the Japanese instrumental percussions. The sun was setting and he brought the crowd together bringing super high spirits. Adamant to not spend money on drinks I ran backstage to cause some damage and at the time it made sense to bagsy a whole bottle of Jagermeister. Making my way back handing out shots left right and centre the night was a haze with small glimpses of catching Tod Terje’s infamous ‘Inspector Norse’s comedy vibes.

Grabbing a bottle of vodka for the walk back home along the sea front, we drank it collectively as animals do- like it was water. Conscious that Sonar hadn’t even started yet, we didn’t want to ruin our mind and bodies for day 1 but the excitement of having a boat party was too much. We say a boat party, but squashing 14 people inside a dingy that sleeps 6 soon turned into a tight room sweatier than an evening at Shoreditch’s Chariots. Having realised the sun had come up as we were playing deafening techno, we took pity on our neighbouring sailors and called it good night!


I opened one eye and wondered if I had died (or more hoping I had) with my body internally bruised, mind fried and energy levels none existent. I looked over to what can only be described as a film clash up of Titanic & Trainspotting; every surface laced with sticky alcohol, cigarettes, mashed up pills, beer and someone’s primark pink lace knickers hanging from the boat deck ladders. Trying not to look anyone in the eye, I crawled to the freezer to find any source of water and to try and fit any part of my body in to cool down. Knowing what’s ahead you push aside your Sonar anxiety levels, grab your beach towel and head to the beach to sweat it out.

After re-grouping and starting the talks of whether to see James Blake or Kerri Chandler, Richie Hawtin or Ben UFO and reassuring ourselves that at least we have Four Tet’s 7 hour set to use like a 1990’s sherbet dip dab. Getting excited we headed back to refresh and went on to Sonar by Day to suss out the fuss.


After collecting our passes it was disappointing to see Sonar has also begun to participate on the electric chip money uploading wristbands to what we later discovered were an unbelievable nightmare. After swiftly grabbing two pints to supply me with some super-fast courage we managed to catch Roots Manuva in the very impressive Sonar Hall with its enormous floor to ceiling red velvet drapes- a perfect backdrop to a fucked up horror film. It was the perfect introduction to be re-connected with Santigold after her new album ‘Master of Make Believe’ was released last month. The album features production from collaborators Switch, Diplo and John Hill. Before heading over to Sonar by Night we conveniently took refuge in a friends beautifully renovated apartment in typical old school Spanish style with its mosaicked flooring and high ceilings.


Developing excited butterflies as we got our shit together we set out in force taking no prisoners. The taxi dropped us off in an unwelcoming industrial estate on the edge of Barcelona, Fira Gran via L’Hospitalet – to be exact; we entered the VIP section with minimum security checks (hoorah!). For me, one of the most incredible moments was taking the backstage AreaPro Connecting walkway allowing you to take an aerial view to every single aspect of the festival- it’s truly breath taking and you begin to appreciate the sheer scale of the festival.


“Sonar Pub, Front Left, Front Left!”

“Sonar Pub”

“Front Left”

That became the team motto as we desperately text trying to keep our friends together. Which thankfully worked as I have some memory of watching Ben UFO and having got far too intoxicated it seems I had lost four hours; waking up to a friend handing me three bottles of water and the other washing my face to bring me around. Not to worry, back on it! As we reconvened in the queue of the Sonar Car Stage to watch some of Four Tet’s set we realised money was low on our wristbands and only once we were in we realised it wasn’t possible to top these up at the bar- we had to leave and find somewhere else. We didn’t want to wait in the queue again so we went without beer for a while- a reason I’m so against this new payment system festivals are adopting – please, stop it!

We saw the daylight in with my favourite producer John Talabot. The crowd was huge as everyone desperately tried to prolong the festival whilst avoiding dilated eye contact with one another. We sensibly left early to avoid the rush but we still waited over an hour to find an available taxi who then charged us double because he could, fair play I suppose.

Saturday, one of those days you wake up with no hangover and wonder what you did for god to love you so much. After crawling up to the boat deck to bathe in the mid-day sun we wearily said good morning to our boating neighbours who quite rightly ignored us – understandable after our boat party the previous evening. McDonalds took centre spot in the harbour and you could feel the glare of the other restaurant owners as we rolled in requesting at least four hash browns with our dry sausage and egg McMuffins, perfection. Proceeding to the beach we took cover in a beach bar whilst what can only be described as a two hour monsoon took place. With only towels as protection we had our Cava order on repeat whilst we shared stories from the previous night. The day was getting away from us and we were keen to freshen up to catch the end of ‘Ed Banger – Busy P, Para One & Boston Bun’. Arriving at Sonar by Day with weak legs we took a pit stop beer with our new friend Alfredo to replenish our ammo whilst awkwardly getting photographed by press mid-deal for our remarkable festival outfits.

Before heading to Sonar by Night I managed to pull myself away from the team to participate in something cultural. The festival offers a huge insight into the future of electronic music through exhibitions, workshops and tutorials. I briefly sat in a talk courtesy of CERN & ALMA about the connection between art and science. Fernando Cucchietti

(head of the Scientific Visualization Group of the Barcelona Supercomputing Centre) explained the importance of having a relationship between a scientist and artist to work on issues like imagination and creativity, often as elusive as the most undetectable particles. For me what was impressive was a project that saw radio wave signals processed from a particle collider made available to a series of artists so they could create sound pieces based on them.

Looking at the time I was conscious I didn’t want to miss any of New Order so I sneaked off to avoid the taxi rush. Again, paying more than double the average cab fare just to get between venues I arrived with 20 minutes to spare securing our usual spot of “Front Left!”. An almighty roar as they arrived on stage they got stuck into playing

‘Ceremony’ with accompanying electrifying backing lights. For a dance festival where you get used to sticking in your own group and dancing in your own personal space you really got a sense that this set was different. New Order brought everyone together. Strangers were dancing with one another, sharing drinks and hugs. Screaming for an encore the stage turned blue and of course it was what everyone at the festival had been waiting for- ‘Blue Monday’. Phones were out snapping videos (largely annoying) but overall it set the night up- everyone was on top of the world.

Before heading to DJ EZ we took a diversion to the dodgems! Getting fourteen of us into one race was challenging and genuinely dangerous. Mixing drink, drugs and dodgems would be for sure a down right health and safety ‘NO’ in the UK making it that little bit more appealing for us to join in. No limbs missing we ran over to ‘DJ EZ’ which is where I really appreciated the impeccable quality of the sound system set ups. The night was a blur and the team were dropping like flies. Powering through I made it to the front for ‘Bicep’ – quickly moving towards the back because the speakers were so powerful my body vibrations were sure to start giving me a heart attack. Bicep’s visuals were by far some of the best which is something I really enjoy; when the artist has taken time to tie their aesthetics in with their sound- it was harmonious, it was fun.

Feeling physically exhausted but mentally empowered I thought it was sensible to slip off without saying goodbyes to avoid the rush. I also didn’t want the experience of seeing daylight in a state again and instead wanted to remember my last night on a high.

Sunday. Thanking myself for having booked extra night’s stay to avoid sitting in those Monday morning office meetings with gurning mouths and vibrating limbs, we headed for one last gathering in the gothic quarter. Instead of meeting at an old school Spanish restaurant to try and fit in some authenticity we of course did the opposite and met in a burger place. We re-told our stories, gave each other reassuring ‘it’s going to be okay hugs’ and we most definitely ate enough for the 3 days we’d lost. There were talks about heading to secret Sundays, but no, we’d achieved enough, Sonar – see you next time.


Words: LXN Collective

FAULT Magazine Festival Pre-Coverage: Ultra Europe Festival


Bringing some of the hottest acts in electronic dance music to the sun, sea and sand of Split in Croatia, the Ultra Europe festival is most definitely the destination of the summer music scene.

With more than 150 acts set to grace 4 stages across 3 days, accompanied by a stunning array of light shows, fireworks and state-of-the-art sound systems, it promises to be an incredible experience.
Headlined across the first two nights by EDM powerhouses such as Alesso, Above and Beyond, Armin van Buuren, Nero and Deadmau5, the final day’s entertainment sees the likes of Afrojack, David Guetta, Martin Garrix and Hardwell man the decks to close out an amazing three days on the Main stage.

This impressive roster is strongly supplemented throughout the festival on the supporting stages too. Keep an eye out for the drum-and-bass inspired beats of Camo & Krooked lighting up the Arcadia stage on day 1; legendary British DJ Carl Cox bringing along his eclectic mix of house and techno to the Resistance stage on day 2; and Dutch duo Bassjackers following up their Main stage set at 7pm by tearing it up on the Worldwide stage 5 hours later on day 3.

The festival will take place at the Poljud Stadium from Friday 15th July to Sunday 17th July 2016, with one, two and three day tickets still available at €99, €149 and €199 respectively. A number of group ticket offers are also still available for those travelling in parties of 4 or more.

For full details, head to www.ultraeurope.com.


Words: Geoffrey Burgin