Field Day review - organisers need to mind their pee queues

fieldday Field Day review organisers need to mind their pee queues Last Saturday saw Shoreditch throw up and splatter Hackney’s Victoria Park with more wet-look leggings and asymmetrical haircuts than you could shake a stick at - it was the inaugural Field Day.
The festival featured the best of London’s live music scene brought together in a big old village fete-style festival by top promoters, including Eat Your Own Ears and Adventures in the Beetroot Field.
The concept is great, the line-up was great, the atmosphere was great. The one problem however was with the fact that there were only two bars and two sets of toilets which made it feel either rather sober or like queue day in the park.
With most bands playing sets of only half an hour, queuing for an hour for a pint of overpriced cider only to have to go straight to the back of a queue for the piss-ridden hole of doom that is the festival toilet was just not hot! The organisers however have issued an official apology promising to at least double the beer and defecating facilities next year.

And do you know what, I will be giving them another chance. People of Field Day, you are forgiven!
What the day lacked in ease to inebriate, it excelled in live music, and that after all is what it’s all about. Adem, ex-bassist of punk band Fridge, pulled out all the stops with his Folktronica-flavoured set featuring never-before-heard arrangements of tracks from his two solo albums Homesongs and Love and Other Planets. His mixture of moody folk with uplifting and energetic percussion provided the perfect soundtrack to a sunny afternoon in the park.
Bat for Lashes lived up to her Mercury Nominee status by delivering a set that was both tight and unique, giving the impression that it will before long feel like a privilege to have seen her play on such a small stage.
So despite the slight overcrowding hitch, the essence of what makes a festival great (ie: sun, good music, atmosphere, and above all not being knee deep in a quagmire of mud) were pulled off well.
On a slightly unrelated note, Field Day also saw a man who should act like a beacon of light for sleazy men everywhere. A man walking around all day dressed as a giant fox attracted hoards of girls wanting to stroke his bushy tail! Was he promoting or selling anything? No! He was merely using an innovative new technique for luring girls, and for that he should be commended.