What a jam.
I could end my review right there, but I won't. Instead I'll fill you in on all of the good vibes and incredible music we were lucky enough to experience last Friday, over at Harts Mill for St. Jerome's Laneway Festival.
Unlike the review from Adelaide's most commercial newspaper, where the reviewer sounded like she genuinely disliked music festivals in all their glory, let alone Adelaide artists killing it right now - I'm going to fill you in on what actually went down on that sacred day.
First of all, we got to the festival right from the start, so we could revel in what was probably one of my favourite sets of the day, Julia Jacklin. She wooed crowds with her brooding melodies, swaying along on stage with her guitar in hand, and big ol' smile on her dial. Filled with raw emotion, each track was as glorious as the last. Standout crowd favourites included Don't Let The Kids Win and Leadlight. Dreeeamy.
Next up were Melbourne's Camp Cope, with their unique indie rock sound that had the crowd jamming out from the get go. Lead vocalist (and total bad ass) Georgia Maq, brought an air of 90's grunge along with her emotion filled lyrics, while bassist Kelly and drummer Sarah provided the perfect backdrop to their unapologetic tunes about societal issues, heartbreak and mental health - maintaining that girl bands are the bees bloody knees.
After a short break under the shade, we ran over to the Spinning Top Stage to catch home-grown lads Bad//Dreems. Contrary to Adelaide's most commercial newpaper's reviewer, we actually really fucking love supporting local bands that are doing amazing things nationally and internationally. We also love being right up the front, thrashing around and taking in every bit of the festival experience we were there for. Bad//Dreems brought their characteristically garage rock vibes, playing old and new tunes to get the punters going. Cuffed & Collared, Hiding To Nothing and Mob Rule were stand-out crowd faves.
From here on in, we were literally running between stages to catch all of the amazing music that was coming up. Tash Sultana busted out a tune or seven, proving exactly why she scored number 3 in Triple J's Hottest 100. A flute trill or two, some bloody good looping and a voice that had the crowd in awe - 10/10.
Luca Brasi brought their punk rock show to punters from the Spinning Top stage, encouraging a bit of circle pit action, and all of the head-banging. Anything Near Conviction was a clear favourite, with the crowd screaming "Now I don't ever want to hear you say, this is the best that you'll ever get from me, and I don't ever want to make do", before simultaneously going crazy (me included). The perfect way to end what was a high-energy performance.
Aurora, the absolute songstress from Norway, had already started back on the main stage, so again we ran, catching the end of her powerful, ethereal set. Dat voice tho.
Next was our highlight of the day, Gang of Youths. A band that never disappoint when it comes to their high energy, amazing sound and god damn sexy dance moves (we're looking at you Dave). The lads played all of their well known tracks, including Kansas, Native Tongue, Strange Diseases, and Magnolia. We all swooned, danced, jumped, crowd surfed and then it was the end, even though we were hoping it was just the beginning.
If you hadn't been in a serious mosh by this time of the day, then your time had come. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard took the stage. It was mayhem, in the best kind of way. These boys really know how to get their fans riled, as well as the punters who probably only knew Gamma Knife. I left that mosh so sweaty, that someone genuinely asked me if I'd jumped off the fence around the site and went for a swim. I wish, dear friend. Highlights included: every single song.
I had to listen to Glass Animals from the back, because I was completely wrecked. Though, even from afar the English indie rock band had me hanging at every chorus. Before too long, it was time to do the mosh thing all over again at Dune Rats - the boys absolutely killing their drunk rock set. Red Light, Green Light, Scott Green, Dalai Lama, Big Banana, Marijuana and Bullshit took things up to an 11.
Then it was 8.55pm (um where did the day go), and we were treated to the sounds of Nick Murphy aka dreamboat, aka Chet Faker. I was hoping to hear a range of tracks her released under both Chet Faker and Nick Murphy - and we were in luck! It was so god damn dreamy. His husky voice hit me right in the feels. It was magical.
Last but not least were Tame Impala. I think I actually shed a tear, realising that this was the last time I'd be able to see them before going on their ~ possible ~ hiatus. Let's all pray to the music gods together, so that this definitely doesn't happen. Feels Like We Only Go Backwards will become very true if this eventuates (see what I did there). We all swayed together to their psychedelic sound, screaming the lyrics to a few of our faves The Less I Know The Better, Let It Happen and Cause I'm A Man.
It was safe to say we left feeling like we just had the best day, ever. 'Til next year, Laneway!
For more incredible photos from the day, head to our GALLERY.
All photos taken by Dave Rubinich