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Last ever Shindig Festival


Shindig is a festival that has been on my radar for a few years now – being on the May bank holiday weekend however there always seemed to be plans that meant I could never make it down. So when Jessi hit me up earlier in the year asking if I’d like to go and do the review on her behalf I jumped at the opportunity, and having now been I can safely say that it was worth the wait

‘A VIBRANT, SUN-DRENCHED AND ARTFULLY SOUNDTRACKED WEEKEND’ Those that know, will know: festival-going with the family in tow can be a tricky thing to navigate. Will the grown ups get to see any music? Will the little ones be prized away from the craft tent without a meltdown or a bribe? Why didn’t I think of bringing a babysitter?

There are moments in life when the horizon seems so grim – socially, politically – that a good party becomes an expression of normality.  It’s a reminder that we’re all still standing: the wheels have not yet fallen off. A sprinkling of devil dust, gutter glitter and all the beats in between. It’s rare to go to a festival so comfortable with its identity that there is a complete lack of artifice surrounding it. Continue reading HERE