60 seconds at Splendour
Everything you missed, according to Meg Wardrop.
Ah, Splendour in the Grass. It’s the time of the year thousands of Aussie punters take their clothes off and christen themselves with glitter (sorry earth), the sweat of strangers (sorry bro) and of course a little mud (sorry mum).
Oh, and the music. It’s all about the music.
This year we sent our resident Account Executive and 5-year Splendour Veteran Meg Wardrop to get check out the tunes and the madness at the festival this year. Here’s everything you missed.
Friday kicked off with a Rinse and Repeat thanks to UK DJ Riton & his trusty vocal sidekick Kahlo. Like a fine wine at 39, it’s clear this Brit has ripened with age. The middle of the day is a little foggy, so we’ll skip to a killer set by DMA’s in the Amphitheatre, though I almost mistook the audience for a year 12 textiles class.
‘OMG I’m dying,’ said one glitter covered tween to the other, as the band played their infamous Like a Version of Cher’s Believe.
‘This is lit,’ the other replied, resticking a Bindi to her forehead. I don’t think DMA’s will be doing that ever again.
Following a chilled picnic on the Private Lawns of the Amphitheatre for Angus & Julia Stone, it was time to warm up our bods up with all of My People at The Presets. With the set list in almost reverse order from their Sydney and Wollongong shows earlier this month, we’re calling it the most jacked crowd of night one. To finish off, we graced the Pineapple Skies with our moves just as Miguel requested. He also asked to see our nudie bits, but we politely declined though many, (and I mean many) obliged.
Like every other camping punter who did not sleep soundly from the comfort of a Byron Bay hotel, we woke up feeling a little salty but very ready for the day ahead. First, we adored Amy Shark from the Gold Bar (cheers work for the hook up) and then jumped a bunch to the tunes of Anna Lunoe. With her BFF Nina Las Vegas making a cameo, it was the set of the festival for the clubgoers who came to Splendour ‘for, like, the vibes’.
After witnessing an epic crowd surf by Gang of Youths singer Dave (despite signs reading ‘no crowd surfing’… sorry mum), we sat side stage for the Scottish legends Franz Ferdinand.
Up next, arguably the best international performance of Splendour; CHVRCHES. Aside from the fact that Lauren Mayberry is the cutest human alive, the band smashed their set, opening with Get Out, though when she stepped out from the mic to give band member two or three a crack on the vocals, we all stood patiently awaiting her return. It was an awkward three minutes, but we got through it and she carried the band into Splendour glory.
By this point, we felt as shabby as the crushed water bottles of vodka we’d smuggled in; a bit rough, but still good. Day three kicked off with some Medication from an angsty Brit teen by the name of Yungblud. We even met the legend himself.
Up next, with our Coca-Cola and Cigarettes (just kidding, we hear those are super bad for you) we checked out Skegss at the main stage. They asked a few times if we had any chewy, but we didn’t know what this meant. We calmed down for some Middle Kids and cried about that guy we dated in year six once for about 23 minutes thanks to Dean Lewis. By this time, it was dark and time to get loose.
PNAU went BANG at the main stage with incredible video art graphics of their resident characters; strawberries, tomato-y things and of course, mushrooms with legs (which we can only assume the artist had consumed in the creative process).
Like the Kids we are, we sung along to the MGMT tunes of our adolescence amongst a sea of inundated train drivers and pirates in preparation for the band I’d been waiting patiently to see most: The Wombats. Kicking off their set with Cheetah Tongue, the first track of their latest album, the crowd sung in fake British accents and soaked up every damn minute it.
The night finished off with the Damn man himself, Kendrick Lamar. Which, if you’re a Kendrick Lamar fan, I suppose you would have enjoyed. I myself, am not, so I did as my friends asked – Sit Down, Be Humble until the set was over.
We ended our Splendour the way any good punter should; by bopping around like an invertebrate until the wee hours of the morning at the Tipi Forest.
And there you have it, folks. Three days of Splendour wrapped up in 60 seconds(ish).