Away Game: Blog Two
Isle Of Eigg
Waking up at 10.30 with barely a hangover in sight, it’s a surprisingly pleasant morning. A quick lunch in the tearoom to replenish our collective strength before a few whiskey coffees and another trek in the name of good music. Despite being bitterly cold, it is a spectacularly beautiful day. Just as well then that the day’s musical contingent begins in equally beautiful fashion.
Eccentric and mortally hungover Welshman Sweet Baboo takes it easy in the Ceilidh Hall as a largely seated but no less jovial afternoon mass chuckle at his tales of “squishing brains together” and dressing up like a bee. It’s weird, yes, but there’s something oddly endearing about it, and at times, completely fucking hilarious.
Player Piano indulges us in a few more chuckles as he answers a call to his sister mid-set, and not entirely surprisingly, Malcolm Middleton is on top form too as he debuts his new project ‘Human Don’t Be Angry’. Consisting of built-up guitar loops and basically noodling over them, inbetween occasional verses, it’s actually pretty good, but gets even better when the typically self-deprecating Middleton pokes fun at it himself.
Later on in the hall, we manage to take in beautiful sets from Rozi Plain, Adem, Johnny Flynn and Fence henchman and weekend party organiser, Johnny ‘The Pictish Trail‘ Lynch. This is interspersed with aural delights from the Marquee such as Slow Club, British Sea Power and a ridiculously on-form King Creosote who, with great ease, manages to cram the tent to capacity.
All in, this, coupled with too many other great acts to even try talking about in an abridged fashion, all-manner of beautiful pastries and cheap booze, and a true sense of adventure – not the kind that comes with any trip to the toilet at other festivals – this is a truly unique, and altogether joyous weekend away.