I took Friday off work, and travelled up around lunchtime, after (of course) some last-minute packing. Arriving at Bradford Interchange station I found it was only a ten minute walk to the university, and checked in to my room. It was like a slightly older/cheaper copy of the room I had in 2nd year — including en-suite! Pretty luxurious for a music festival.
I headed to the bar, and accidentally found myself first in the queue for a wristband when I asked the way. It was nice to sit outside in the sun with a pint of cider and talk to the other early arrivers.
Bands on Friday (that I remember enough to write about):
Mandro1d: A funny (as in, comic) band to start the festival, they made fun of (North) England.
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DJs played until about 2:30, when everyone wandered back to the university halls. On the top floor we found an afterparty — some London DJs had tried to book a nightclub in Bradford, but hadn't been able to, so they stuck the equipment in the kitchen/lounge area of one of the flats.
I woke up very late, but still in time to see the first band, Northern Kind. They were surprisingly good: the singer had a good voice, and the music was great too.
Agonoize put on a fantastic show, which I saw from the centre at the front. Hence, I was covered in fake blood (and worse) by the end. Yummy!
I saw Rotersand a few months ago at Wave Gotik Treffen, and was a little disappointed — some of their music seemed a bit dull compared to the other bands. I liked about half the set, and was bored with the rest.
(I slept through Concrete Lung, but I've seen them before.)
Patenbrigade: Wolff played "construction synth for crane operators" (or something). They had lots of (re)construction imagery on the screen behind them and wore orange hi-viz jackets and hard hats. Their music somehow evoked images of big, concrete, communist building projects.
There was general silliness on the dancefloor, including limbo, getting half the dancefloor doing the Macarena to what felt like an extremely extended version of Combichrist's "Tractor" (it's exhausting!), a girls-in-the-playground clapping game during something else, and trying to dance to the fire alarm (I've heard much better alarms, this one was just a two-tone whine. Where's the synthesized "Security alert! Please evacuate the building!" when you need it?).
Bradford: I'd planned to spend the day looking round Bradford on Monday, but was left disappointed. The city is nice — lots of gothic buildings in a pedestrianised centre — but everything was shut for the bank holiday, or closed down permanently, and the whole atmosphere after the race protests on Saturday was very unwelcoming. Very disconcerting was the shuttle bus service put on during term-time: it went from the union building to the halls, which were all within the university campus and about a two minute walk away! Can it really be that unsafe?
In any case, I was looking sufficiently "different" that I felt uncomfortable whenever groups of young men passed me on quiet streets, so I gave up with Bradford and took the train to Leeds for the afternoon.