Dear Frank and Lisa
Thank you very much for taking us to the Belladrum Tartan Heart Festival this weekend. It was quite an experience. The last festival I attended was the Great Western Express in Lincolnshire in 1972, and from my sketchy memory of those days I am sure that this was a very different experience. I don’t think I saw many family parties in Lincoln, nor many children, and there were no rows of house size tents, no Heilan Coo club to go for a quiet chill, no quality food and certainly no glamping. Belladrum had all of these; obviously the essential attributes of a C21 festival.
Oh, and I doubt that at Lincoln many of those attending were in their 60s, or leading figures in the local establishment, but we saw many such at Belladrum.
But in end any festival is all about the music and there was plenty to choose from at Belladrum, from bands like Canopy 19 who, if I interpret their Facebook page correctly were playing their very first gigs at Belladrum to Madness who have of course played more gigs and festivals than you could fit in even the baggiest trousers.
Given that it is possible to have too much of a good thing, we missed the Thursday and arrived on Friday. The headliners on the Garden Stage were Super Furry Animals and Two Door Cinema Club. Two Door Cinema Club were, for me, one of the highlights of the weekend; great sound, good songs and a nice vibe about them.
Saturday was a time to wander around the festival and bump into events and bands I had never heard before, like Canopy 19, Tweed and I See Rivers.
We then a faced a crowded evening with C Duncan and Public Service Broadcasting in the Hothouse tent, followed by a quick journey to the Garden Stage to see Madness. C Duncan was very pleasant but I’m not sure that it was a particularly distinctive set. Public Service Broadcasting were to me the top performance of the weekend. Whilst seeking to present themselves as geeky old fogies they actually delivered a high octane multi-media show that had the audience bouncing, particularly the enthusiasts beside us who were dancing away in the space suits, in homage to the PSB album, The Race for Space.
And then finally Madness delivering a series of tried and tested favourites to a packed stage and through increasingly heavy rain. But no-one seemed to mind; after all, isn’t singing along in the rain what festivals are all about!
Many thanks for a great weekend. To be repeated? I certainly hope so.