Photos (c) Paul Lippiatt
Everything felt both more ambitious and more tailored to a more recognisable brand of festivalism
It’s time once more for us to reflect on that now fest-season institution, Love Saves The Day, this year of course at it’s new home outside the centre.
We started the day the way any self-respecting hedonist would, with a round of gin and tonics. After discussing our potential highlights of the day, we made haste toward the Love Bus and travelled the short distance to Eastville Park. Having arrived a little later than many others, we found no queue, and memories of the 2012 line that stretched to Cabot Circus made us all feel thankful.
There were some of us feeling a little worried that Love’s charm would be lost on a grander scale. The bizarre intimacy of Castle Park was what got many festival goers hooked in the first place and opinions of Tokyo Dub festival were based mainly on Eastville park’s lack of character. However, there was something about walking through ‘Mini Glastonbury’ that gave you a case of the warm fuzzies. From the giant big-top-style Paradiso tent, to the strategically placed ferris wheel, everything felt both more ambitious and more tailored to a more recognisable brand of festivalism. With he sun beaming over a sea of hedonists, things were set to be pretty special. All were in high spirits and the unique cacophony of a festival in full swing washed over us.
We head straight to the impressive Shambarber stage, which looks like a giant plywood representation of what David Bowie would have looked like had he been cast in Fritz Lang’s Metropolis. The music helps us to cut a rug or two as we decide on our next port of call.
The Apocalypso stage is our port of call for German house in the form of Session Victim. It’s quiet, but the energy is great. So great, in fact, that we decide to stay put for Maxxi Soundsystem and a bit of Leon Vynehall.
By now, we’ve worked up quite a hunger, so begin the hunt for food. There are a selection of small stands, with good food to choose from, all being ominously watched over by a heaving great Old El Paso truck in the corner. We decide to go to the burger stall my friend is running, but with his absence meaning no free food, we settle on a Pieminister.
Fuelled up and ready to boogie, we take the short walk to the main stage for the start of Groove Armada, filled with high hopes. We lasted five minutes until we needed something without Ibiza style washes over every mix. We head to the Boo-Dior tent for a little disco and then grab the last part of Jackmaster’s set before making arrangements to head home.
As we are funnelled down the pathway toward the bus home, we reflect on the day. All of us are surprised about just how much the event has changed. The quirky little city centre shindig has blossomed into a fully-fledged festival, with big tents and packed out toilets.
We all decide it was grand, but we’ll wait until tomorrow to pass final judgement.
Head here for Day Two and Tom’s exciting conclusions.
Check out Session Victim’s RA Session right here: