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Groezrock, part II

I was going to write more, then I searched Youtube for ‘Groezrock 2012’ and pressed ‘sort by upload date’. So now you get this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And this, obviously:

And this in which the crowd was… oh my:

And I’m sure you love all of it. I’m sorry if I acted like I didn’t love you as much as usual, music. I do love you really. Lots and loads. Always lots and loads.

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Groezrock, part I

So, as I may have mentioned, we went to Groezrock over this weekend. It’s the second time I’ve been and the second time for a few of my mates too.

Some of the bastards have been going for years. Bastards.

Anyway, it’s held in Meerhout, Belgium (northwest, nearish Antwerp, small idyllic village where every house is unique and everyone is nice and there are cows and horses everywhere) and it sees bands of the punk rock and all its many subgenres and related, complementary genres playing there.

I like it. It is cheaper than British festivals to attend, even though it’s in another country, and it hosts bands I actually give a shit about. Well, not always. I mean, obviously I love Terror – who doesn’t? But yeah. Whatevs.

But what was the best thing about it? Bands like Hot Water Music, who played in a gruff and sweaty fashion that makes me question my sexuality because maaaan Chuck Ragan was sweaty. They were on too early, they didn’t play long enough and they didn’t play all of the songs I wanted them to, the selfish bastards, but they were still – somehow, even though all these faults reared their heads – utterly brilliant.

Best part? Opening with Remedy, as it made the hairs on my neck instantly stand up and I remembered why I fucking love this band.

Bands like None More Black showing me why I am justified in not ever bothering listening to them, because they were just a bit boring.

Best part? Correcting Rich (OR WAS IT DAN I’VE FORGOTTEN) on his Undertaker knowledge (shaved head BOOM).

Bands like Belvedere, who just… ack. It was great. I wasn’t right at the front, but I was close enough to get the atmosphere, far enough away to not get battered in the many, many circle pits and surrounded by enough like-minded 1996-obsessed idiots who still love skate punk to sing like utter bellends all the way through.

Best part? The singer wearing the same shorts as me. OPPS.

Bands like Bouncing Souls just doing their thing and showing you just why they’re still doing their thing: they’re brilliant. Utterly, unquestionably brilliant.

Best part? 44 seconds. Goosebumps watching it back, and this is a band I’ve seen numerous times so it ain’t first-timers novelty emotion.

Bands like… oh, I’ll carry this on in a second part. HUSS.

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Groezrock A-GO-GO

There’s a tinysmall chance you’ll get a blog tomorrow, but I seriously doubt it. I am, as I have done in the past, going to a place where I won’t have any internet. As such, I am out of the loop until about next Wednesday.

Well, unless they have wifi on the campsite, in which case YEAH TECHNOCAMP.

Tomorrow I am off to Groezrock. Well, actually I’m off to Belgium. I don’t even know what the plan is beyond ‘I get to Luton at some point and get in a recreational vehicle (“RV”), then we drive somewhere and end up in Belgium’.

I know at some point, though, we will end up in Meerhout, somewhere near Antwerp or in Antwerp or something to do with Antwerp or oh god I wish I knew Belgian geography.

Anyway, once in that place, we will then proceed to watch some bands, drink some drinks, eat some food and oh I’ve just remembered to get my ear plugs – have some sleep.

That’s not in italics because I’m being euphemistic – I mean to emphasise the fact that I will sleep this time around, unlike in Amsterdam.

Anyway, yes. I will see Belvedere. Regardless of all the other brilliant and excellent and wonderful bands I will see, this makes me stupidly happy. Even though other bands I will see will be better in so many ways, it doesn’t matter, because… just… Belvedere. Okay?

Okay.

See you on Wednesday. Unless I see you earlier.

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Leeeeavin’, on a Eurostar

Tomorrow I be going to Belgium to attend a festival of the musical type. This will be my first attendance at a festival of the musical type since 2005, I think. Apart from PrestFest, where I worked and saw Speedway and Mark Owen and got to lift lots of crates of beer and got a tip of £1 that disappeared. Bastards.

But yes, I will be attending Groezrock with some chums, where we will watch some bands and eat waffles and French fries or something. And drink trappist beers, or something part II. I fully intend to act like my 17-year-old self, as I did when I used to go to the Leeds Festival on a yearly basis.

What this means is I will be sitting quietly, being annoyed that I’m not more comfortable than I am. No matter how much I wash myself I will feel unclean. I will drink too much but never get good drunk. I will buy shitty food that costs more than it should… well, maybe not that as it’s not in the UK so might not be so fucking expensive.

Basically I will be boring, like I was when I was 17. Then to Amsterdam, where pretty much the same thing will happen but with marginally more comfort and for a bit longer.

Yes, this is a phoned-in entry, but that’s because I’m packing. And here’s the rub: I won’t be blogging for a week as a result of all this. I’m a crafty veteran of this One A Day malarkey, so I’m allowed to change the rules to fit me. FACE.

Byyyeeeeeeeeeeee.

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