Wickerman Festivals 6 and 7

Wickerman Festival 6 took place in July 2007 with the usual suspects in attendance. The bill that year obviously contained the ever-present Dangleberries. The ska influence was well represented with Scottish band Big Hand providing a rousing energetic set and legends The Beat were in attendance led admirably by Rankin Roger and Junior Rankin.

Cider Spiders provided a New York inspired set in the vein of the Strokes and The Law were representing the fair city of Dundee. Neck was a Celtic punk band from the London suburb of Holloway and in the same ballpark were the Peatbog Fairies. John Langan from Glasgow played as a solo artist before he went onto to form the John Langan Band. Also, on the bill were Modus, The Targets and Xcerts from Aberdeen.    

The electronic element was covered with Somerset’s Eat Static and dance legends The Orb. Reggae collective Easy Star All Stars were on the bill who interestingly once recorded their interpretation of Pink Floyd’s ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ amusingly titled ‘Dub Side of the Moon’!  

Former Public Image Ltd bassist Jah Wobble and his English Roots Band also played alongside Hayseed Dixie from Nashville whose name is a linguistic tangent on AC/DC’s name and their first album was titled ‘A Hillbilly Tribute to AC/DC’ who unfortunately despite all that back story were pretty limp live. Huey Morgan and his Fun Lovin Criminals also provided an energetic set.

The Wickerman has over the years had a lot of old punk bands playing, many of them are very frayed and have seen better days, thus when a band who can still kill it on stage arrives, you take serious notice. One that met that criterion was Edinburgh’s the Rezillos who were absolutely superb with their prime single ‘Top of the Pops’ being the highlight.

I recall at this particular festival we all imbibed too much on the Friday and things became a tad hazy resulting in a tidy hangover the next day which slightly tarnished the Proclaimers headline set as they were in stellar form with ‘Cap in Hand’, ‘500 Miles’ and ‘Letter to America’ being rapturously received. The Proclaimer boys had digs at the Selkirk Arms, located 10 steps from Dewhurst Towers! 

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Wickerman Main Stage. Image Credit BBC.

The festival site was about 8 miles down a winding dark country road from the Towers located halfway between Kirkcudbright and Dalbeattie. There was shortage of local taxi firms which necessitated us having an uneasy alliance with Allens Taxis run by the larger-than-life character Mr Allen who we utilised for all the 14 Wickers we attended.  

He could at times be an obstinate chap. One time we were in a full minibus returning from the site and he received a call requesting a taxi and much to our chagrin he shamefully told the customer he was unavailable as he was in Lockerbie which was a mere 50 miles away!

Wickerman 7 saw KT Tunstall in town, there was some funk from the Cuban Brothers and the Kazoo Funk Orchestra and also Dodgy who were ‘Staying out for the summer’! Also, on the bill were Twisted Nerve, Colin Storrie, Rodan, Robin Cairns, Underground Heroes, AKA Ska, Parka, Underling and Beecake.

Annie Nightingale performed a DJ set and Lancashire Hotpots provided some light relief, and ‘Indie Disco’ was fun to hear. The Manc legends the Fall played on the main stage and rolled out my fave track ‘Mr Pharmacist’.   

Additionally, on the roster were Orphan Boy, De Salvo, Bass Syndicate, Peaking Goddess Collective and The Ads.

There was a decent set from Edinburgh’s Broken Records and some rousing punk from the old stalwarts Sham 69. The highlight of this particular weekend was the last act who played after the Wickerman burning on the Saturday night. This was namely Gary Numan who I though beforehand would be a tad one-dimensional, but he was terrific and created a real cacophony on the main stage post-midnight for all the ‘Numanoids’ in attendance!

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Gary Numan. Image Credit ukfestivalguides.com

First T in the Park Festival

The first full Festival I ever attended was T in the Park in July 1999 with John Dewhurst and Uncle George. I recall John attended the first couple of festivals in 1994 and 1995 when were held in Strathclyde Park, Hamilton with easy access from Glasgow before the festival moved to the larger site at the disused Balado airfield in 1997. Problems were subsequently encountered at the 2016 festival resulting in that being the last event.

We decided to grab a B&B in Edinburgh with the obligatory dolls dotted everywhere in our triple room and commuted into the site from there which turned out to be a bit of a trawl as it was over an hour each way on the shuttle bus, but you had the consolation of crossing the Forth Road bridge. After a couple of bevies in town on the Saturday we caught the bus about 3pm.  The weather gods smiled on us that weekend.

It was a huge site with several stages, and it possessed a natural amphitheatre for the main stage location. It was a cracking roster that year.

First up on the main stage was in retrospect a touching set as it transpired to be one of Joe Strummer’s final gigs prior to his untimely death, he was backed up by the Mescaleros. Following them was the New York faux gangsters Fun Lovin Criminals with their inimitable lead singer Huey Morgan, who is now a Radio 6 DJ. He was dishing out priceless advice by encouraging us ‘to go out and grab some ass’!  Their ‘Scooby Snacks’ track naturally went down a storm. We also caught a portion of the Stereophonics set.

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Joe Strummer on stage. Image Credit Las Vegas Weekly

We caught a segment of a very young Travis in a packed Stage 2 tent playing a rousing rendition of ‘All I Wanna Do is Rock’ and in the Slam Tent we saw Basement Jaxx.

In the King Tuts Wah Wah tent I encountered Death in Vegas for the first time and they were startingly good, opening with an astonishing 10-minute version of ‘Dirge’ with the added bonus of the guest vocalist Dot Allison actually on stage as she was also playing the festival as a solo act and we caught her set the following day.

The headline act was Mogwai and only the second time I had seen them at that stage, and George’s first and they were in fine fettle. Upon realising they were clashing with main stage headliners Blur, who they understandably had no time for the cheeky young scamps devised some T-shirts. Mogwai had been previously quoted that they thought Blur were one of the weakest bands on the planet thus the message emblazoned across the front was their interpretation of the dictionary definition of the band, namely ‘Blur: Are S#*#e’. I regretfully never purchased one of the T-shirts.   

  

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Infamous T-Shirt. Image Credit WordPress.com

 

Upon arriving back into the city, we foolishly stayed out until about 3am, however the dolls were still waiting for us when we arrived back. Thankfully John had some remaining dexterity to navigate a troublesome lock, whilst me and George giggled inanely behind him!

What greeted me the following morning was one of my all-time crippling hangovers and the thought of another full festival day was put it mildly particularly undesirable at that point in time. The only potential cure was the Hair of the Dog method though I was contending with the size of a Saint Bernard resulting in the extreme step of supping a brandy at lunchtime to set me right.

A few pints followed in a bar on Rose Street and I recall the British Grand Prix being on and chatting to an engaging American chap called Hank who became known thereafter as ‘Hank the Yank’. I felt infinitely better leaving than when entering the pub though I did flag later in the day.

In the newcomer’s tent, we saw Astrid and a very young Biffy Clyro.  On other stages we witnessed Placebo, Massive Attack, Gay Dad, Lanterns and Deus.

However, the best three acts of the day were the main performances in King Tuts tent. A soothing set from the Delgados was followed by a rousing one from Idlewild. The headliners were Mercury Rev who produced a terrific swirling performance to bookend the festival.

On the packed bus on the return journey some punter dropped his cube of recreational drugs. He went into panic mode as he wasn’t the owner resulting in the surreal sight of the entire top deck crouching down searching for the missing artefact before it was eventually located.

We landed back just shy of midnight and we were ravenous. We tasked a local taxi driver to find us an open Chinese takeaway and he met the challenge. A midnight feast followed before having a nightmare about those damn dolls!

I awoke feeling like a new man in the morning and we headed home via an ice cream stop in Moffat.