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My Bloody Valentine Turns It Up One the other side of the coin...From the FYF Twitter account Sunday evening: "Friendly reminder for your friendly ears. At 10:45 My Bloody Valentine will be LOUD." They weren't joking. Kevin Shields and company played what had to have been one of the loudest sets in music festival history, blowing out their sound equipment at least twice. Some plugged their ears, some just suffered. While there were surely types who felt this was a festival highlight, we felt bad for the people close to the stage, who have tinnitus to look forward to. (Adam Lovinus)
What is this, The Big Lebowski? (Daniel Kohn)
While it didn't reach Coachella-like proportions, the dust nonetheless made it hard for many to breathe, and it you had a bandana to cover your face you were lucky. Another problem was the near-unbearable heat during the day; there were only a couple of areas to cool down, so the festival should step up with a cool down station or two next time. (Daniel Kohn)
Simian Mobile Disco and Bicep
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Simian Mobile Disco and Bicep performed under the same tent, each taking their turns twisting knobs and pushing buttons. Their respective brands of techno and house were equally generic. The pounding bass and choppy synths weren't remotely interesting or affecting, and there wasn't anything sonically that set either group apart from the another. The four DJs often seemed unmoved themselves, and the people on stage looked like they were being forced to dance against their will. Within 20 minutes, hundreds of attendees had left the tent, and large pockets of the dance floor were virtually empty. You had to hand it the lone man spastic-ly shuffling in the corner, however, who showed no signs of letting up as we took off to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. (Max Bell)
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No Kids in the VIP My 3-year old son is at the age where he can accompany his dad to music festivals. He has a blast tear-assing around the grounds with his concert earmuffs, and watching the lights shows when the sun sets. That's how my family gets down. Anyway, so I roll up to the VIP area and the security guard tells me I can come in, but the kid in the stroller can't. The guard's supervisor says it's because he's underage -- if someone serves him a beer, well, this party gets shut down. Simple as that, no exceptions. Seriously? That's in the fine print? We have to watch this show with the plebes because someone might slip my toddler a beer? Rules is rules. (Adam Lovinus)