Our Saturday started off with an unusually nonchalant vibe, as we made a move towards TIPI stage to catch the blissful scenes of Coco’s melodic set. Black Midi close our Friday night out with a bang. By now its pitched black outside, and the cute fairy lights and multicolour LED lights wrapped around the trees around us, make for a scenic touch. Fans at the barrier ferociously headbang, dipping in and out of unison as Black Midi spell-bind the crowd with thudding drums, and illuminating guitar work.
Making their way through their latest album Hellfire, (plus the hyper-charged, ‘John L,’) Black Midi put on an electric show with tracks vocally and instrumentally moving at god speed. Friday night’s performance was another great one to add to the list. Their crowd was the most I’d seen fans move across the last two days.Ĭoncluding our night at The Woods for Black Midi, (this will be the third time I’ve seen and reviewed Black Midi for Gigwise in the last three months). Snapped Ankles put on one hell of a distorted show at The Boat, between their creepy outfits, to the electronic, drum and bass fused music, and autotuned spoken word, it honestly felt like I had joined a cult, even if I had, I think I’d stay. The décor and stages really are amazing, the atmosphere in the night creates a completely different environment, with the fairy lights and different coloured led lights shining upon tree branches. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt across these first two days, it’s that EOTR is the most scenic, and aesthetically pleasing festival I’ve ever been to. All I can think about is how ridiculously hot it must be inside of there. Snapped Ankles waltz on kitted out in hair suits, it’s a cross between a group of Chewbaccas and Cousin Itt from the Addams Family. The Boat venue was already packed out by the time Snapped Ankles arrived, with some eager fans (including myself) intertwining themselves in bushes as they tried to get a closer look. Dare I say it, but Mandy Indiana could easily work as an instrumental 3-piece experimental group having seen them live, I think it’s fair to say they’re quite like marmite, but worth the watch. Instrumentally, this band has a ton of potential, their sound is rock heavy with speckles of abstract electronic work. There were only a few snippets of their show that really stood out to me. This show was a mixed bag, at most moments’ frontwoman Valentine Caulfield vocals felt unnecessary. Playing the same stage shortly after, (we promise we venture outside of this tent), are experimental project Mandy Indiana. If there’s one thing, we’ve learnt at EOTR, it’s that, it’s a very family friendly festival, but this line went down a treat. During ‘Kids,’ Haddenham belts, “I don’t like my kids,” followed by an uproar of laugher and cheers. Keg have mastered a sound so violently discorded, that it oddly makes so much sense. Musically curating a sound somewhere between extra-terrestrial and like you’ve just entered a dodgy zoo – hear me out, this is a compliment. Introducing the audience with a ton of sexy sax, the energy and pure stage presence Keg have is completely illumining – they really are a band you don’t want to miss. Putting on an high-energy show, Keg put on a hectic show at the Blue Top tent as vocalist Albert Haddenham bellows into his mic whilst running across the stage scarlessly. Introducing our Friday EOTR experience are experimental rock outfit, Keg, a 7-pieced group. The feedback ricocheting from Baty is a boastful and mesmerising touch – Pigs were a great introduction into the festival weekend. A 40-year-old birthday balloon hovers lonely around the crowd, amongst eager teens floating their way above a wave of pushing hands. The atmosphere of the fans in this gig is pulsing, blood thirsty even, with each track signalling its own dramatic / climactic sequence of instrumentals. Steamy fog lingers in the air, as the vibrant stage lights bounce of and around the walls of the tent. Maybe too good though, at times I honestly thought I could feel the music pulsing through my body…. The sound quality for this set is incredible, with all the current discourse as of recent – it was great to be at a show, with such good-quality music. Sweat is streaming off of frontman Matthew Baty’s face, as he mocks himself as a “Poundland Freddie Mercury,” – his words not ours. It’s a show packed with energy, and whilst short of a mosh pit, its thudding with eager headbangs. Steamy, sweaty, and shoegazy, Pigs times 7, dominate TIPA stage with a hot show of psychedelic riffs, stomping bass plucks and boisterous vocal delivery. Situated in the rural parts of Dorset, UK – End of the Road closed up festival season with a weekend of scenic views and incredible music.
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