After a couple of years of somewhat disappointing Homebake lineups (we all know it’s true) it’s reassuring to see a strong Oz and NZ festival, in the form of Sounds of Spring. So reassuring, in fact, that the Festival Ladies will be deploying troops northwards to soak up some of the glorious sunny weather and get amongst the mayhem of this Saturday’s SoS 09 in Brisbane!
Anticipation is mounting.
Will we lose an eye in the Frenzal Rhomb moshpit? Perhaps.
Will we accidently get knocked up just by standing too close (or not close enough) to Tex Perkins? Almost certainly.
Will we regret the decision to purchase and consume a Dagwood Dog? Unlikely.
Whatever happens, there will be twittering to keep you posted and to remind ourselves later of how we came to be swimming in the Brisbane River at 4am wearing a chip packet as a hat.
Check out the Sounds of Spring website for map and timetable so you can start planning your day. Also on the website you can buy a compilation cd featuring acts that will be playing on the day for only $10!
Sounds of Spring happens THIS SATURDAY at the RNA Showgrounds in Brisbane and features an all Aussie (plus some NZers) line up including The Living End, Josh Pyke, Frenzal Rhomb, Tim Rogers, Tex Perkins, David McCormack & The Polaroids, Calling All Cars… and many more. Tix to the festival are still available.
It was a raining Saturday night / Sunday morning in Newtown and Jonny_YesYes was perched on a stool at La Townie. As he sat there, with the gentle patter of the rain being drowned out by an epic sing off to Bon Jovi, he desperately tried to make sense of the chaos that was unfolding in front of him. It made no sense. He couldn’t take it anymore. Frustrated he stood up and broke his silence with a drunken slur:
“Individually you are all intelligent, independent, successful, talented girls, holding down complex and high pressure jobs. But together…” He paused, naively hoping to at least get someone’s attention, to at least cut through some of the havoc (and shit talking) “… you are just a fucking mess.” Five ladies look, pause and then proceed to sing at the top of their lungs:
“Wooaaahhhh We’re Half Way There! Woooahhh Livin’ On a Prayer…”
Please meet The Festival Ladies, a collective mess. Never before in our blogging history have we attended a festival together, in unison, as a set… until Saturday September 12th, 2009. A day to be marked in blogger history: THE COASTER FESTIVAL.
Driving to Gosford
Divided into two cars – the city car and the Shire car – we drive from Sydney to Gosford. The city car comprises of Ambascamba, Mrs Pop, Poleski and Deestar (Deestar is not a Festival Lady but along for the ride all the same). The Shire car comprises of Carlsberg, Gemdilem, and Mr Carlsberg (aka luckiest man alive). Poor Mr Carlsberg, you can’t help feel sorry for him. One man, five hyperactive Festival Ladies… he just doesn’t stand a chance.
Poleski: I arrive at Mrs Pop’s house to join the city car. Deestar looks at me puzzled and asks how the hell I’m managing to bring only one small bag. Why would I need a bigger bag? Why does she have two bags? Oh wait. WE’RE STAYING OVER NIGHT IN GOSFORD. Winning at life kids, winning at life…
Mrs Pop: Ambascamba and Poleski arrive at mine. So very hungover. Driving is torture. May not make it. Put on some soothing Bloodhound Gang (One Fierce Beer Coaster album) – it gets me through the worst. Feel like death. Hanging out for McDonalds it seems like a mirage though…
Gemdilem: After a hearty breakfast, cooked by Mr Carlsberg, we set off. I’m all about safety and make sure everyone is wearing a seatbelt including MrSmirnoff. Watch out Gosford! Here we come!
Vodka seatbelt
Ambascamba: I am all set for Coaster good times with my vodka, my trusty notebook and my cold and flu tablets. Disease will not keep a good Festival Lady down. Mrs Pop wouldn’t let us stop at the Reptile Park, but we have more pressing issues. Where is Maccas please? There is mild panic amongst the Festival Ladies convoy.
Finally, just after the Gosford turnoff, we spy a Maccas.
Carlsberg: Haven’t been so happy to see a Maccas this week. Not just because of their amazing culinary delights, but because we manage to all arrive there at the same time. Telepathic much? After calling Poleski soft for eating a wrap at Maccas I cave in and order the same thing. I don’t feel I can be at my blogging best if I ingest the goodness of an Angus burger today.
Poleski: Carlsberg is being a tool already. Back off my Maccas deli food choice. The Gosford Maccas is a nice warm up to the day. Mullet central. Ambascamba is going nuts with the coke refills.
We leave Maccas in search of Hotel le Gosford where we will be spending the night.
Mrs Pop: Driving behind Gemdilem and Carlsberg is hilarious; Gemdilem is hyped, even by her standards.
The city car
Arriving at Hotel le Gosford
Poleski: Gemdilem is redefining hyper much to the joy of the Gosford locals. Life ban for us maybe? Hotel keys can be picked up at the bar… classy and convenient.
Carlsberg: After having to deal with the clever cookies at Le Hotel Gosford when trying to book our rooms I was expecting to sleep on the street, so was pleasantly surprised that we not only have beds, but an elevator that is surely from a previous century. Fun times pretending to be in jail ahead!
Ambascamba in the elevator at Hotel le Gosford
Mrs Pop: Get to hotel room… get out the vodka filled Ribena squeezies (read: best vodka smuggling technique EVER) and have a much needed lie down and glass of water. Feeling sorry for myself, looking forward to seeing Bronx again though – went along on Thursday in Sydney and they were great. Somehow get vertical again.
Mrs Pop and the vodka Ribena squeezies
Poleski: Carlsberg hands over the goods – some 250mls of vodka CONVENIENTLY in a 700ml glass bottle (aka Giant MrSmirnoff). Thanks Carlsberg, because that will fit on my person.
Mrs Pop: Giggling while Poleski attempts to stick a whole Smirnoff bottle down her rack… Ambitious??
Gemdilem: We assess our vodka smuggling techniques. Guess where my vodka is hidden? Best.game.ever!
Poleski: Carlsberg is attempting to play knock and run. Oh the immaturity.
Carlsberg: It seems none of the other Festival Ladies are finding knock and run as amusing as I do. I knock, they open, I run. What’s so hard?
Ambascamba: Hotel le Gosford seems to have it all. Bistro – check. Pokies – check. Writing room (we think this is what people did before there was Twitter) – check. Creepy lift circa 1920 – check. Actual pub part – …
Gemdilem: Beers at pub… Finally. Why is it so hard to find the pub part of this pub? Not the pokies part, not the bistro part but the pub part. Beer shouldn’t be this hard. Anyone know how we get to the festival from here?
Carlsberg: I never thought the moment of a sweet, sweet beer reaching my hand would arrive.
Poleski: Eavesdropping on the locals. Getting the 101 on which Central Coast bands are a bit of a travelling slutfest. Carlsberg take note…ha! Also finding out how many pills some guys had last night, apparently on a Wednesday he had 3. Hardcore. Oh Gosford.
After a couple of beers, discussion of the timetable (“we’ve missed the Scare?”) and endless arguments about which way the festival is from the pub we finally decide it’s time to go. Before leaving we ask the bouncer for directions to the festival (only the most classy establishments require a bouncer at 2pm) and off we head, following the trail of empty alcohol bottles that fellow festival goers have left for us and passed out festival goers.
Walking to the festival
Passed out
Poleski: I am walking round Gosford with Giant MrSmirnoff (700mL bottle of vodka), looking like the world’s biggest trashbag. Thanks again Carlsberg. I need to transfer the vodka goodness to a smaller bottle. Gosford does not appear to have convenience stores. Carlsberg tells me to harden up and pick a plastic bottle off the ground. I tell her to eff off. I then proceed to force vodka down everybody’s throat. My father did not escape communism for vodka to be wasted. Ungrateful westerners.
Carlsberg sculling vodka
Mrs Pop: I arrange squeezys – 1 in the rack, 1 in the bag and 1 in the pants. Done. Its really too easy, barely break stride. Almost vom at the sight of Carlsberg and Poleski sculling straight vodka.
Arriving at the festival
It turns out we have VIP tickets. And extra tickets. We try to give them away. Fail. Why does no one trust strangers anymore? There’s no line to get into the festival, we get our wristbands and much to everyone’s disappointment we don’t even get our bags searched.
Mrs Pop: I’m absolutely devastated when I don’t get searched – all that effort – I had made a homemade funnel to get the vodka in through the tiny ribena nozzle and everything. Poleski could have just carried Giant MrSmirnoff right in…
Carlsberg: We have wasted half a bottle of vodka by overestimating the care factor of Gosford security. Let’s face it, they have more concerning things to worry about than us Festival Ladies. I call Poleski soft again for not doing her heritage proud and ingesting the vodka all at once. Should have given it to the homeless guy.
Poleski: I really should have just given the vodka to the homeless guy. Or to our passed out friend. Letting the team down.
Ambascamba: General theme of festival attire = check out my rack! Hey guys, did you see my rack yet? Here it is! Isn’t it rackalicious? But not the Festival Ladies, coz we are ladies. Plus that’s where Mr Smirnoff goes, so modesty is imperative.
Poleski: So it’s September. Yes it’s 28 degrees, but no that’s not license for you to be prancing round in your ‘bikini’. Did your parents let you out of the house dressed like that?
Children Collide
Children Collide is the first band we get a chance to see. We are in VIP land and trying to decide if it’s still beer o’clock or time to whip out the smuggled in vodka. We all agree that the mid-strength blue Smirnoffs available at the bar need a bit of smuggled vodka added to them. Mid-strength? WTF?
Ambascamba: Spotted my first Southern Cross tattoo for the day. Surprised it took so long.
Carlsberg: Ambascamba is not even trying. There are Southern Cross tattoos everywhere. This is like mecca for those who have those little (or in some cases not so little) stars plastered on them.
Gemdilem: Whoa the kids love Children Collide. They are totally losing their shit.
Children Collide
MrsPop: All I remember about Children Collide was their between song banter, unfortunately wasn’t great… and Carlsberg trying to stop her eye twitch that “only [she] can see”. Like leprechauns, Ambascamba astutely points out. I remember Children Collide did have one song I liked, but that coincided with my first “Ribena” spiked sprite, so who knows if it was actually good. It’s also during this set that I see the most orange girl I have seen in my life, ever, and I have been to Northies on a Sunday.
Carlsberg: What I thought was the most shocking thing I had seen that day (I was unaware of what lay ahead) was the most orange fake tan I had ever had the displeasure of setting my eyes on. I don’t know if it was the particular shade of oompa loompa or the contrast between her pancake white make upped face that was so distressing. Not even pretending to hide that we are taking photos of her.
Poleski: Do your parents really let you spend your pocket money on fake tan?
Orange
Carlsberg: I’m disappointed Children Collide dude is not playing his guitar up high. That’s pretty much the only reason I can think of to watch them.
Poleski: There are bands playing. Apparently.
Gemdilem: Just rocked out with the air guitar a little too hard. Knees grazed and sore.
Poleski: “I have sex all the time.” Best pick up line ever.
The Fumes
Children Collide are not hairy enough for Ambascamba’s hirsute tastes, so she heads over to check out the Fumes instead.
Ambascamba: It is very hot, but the crowd is digging it, as am I. This music is made for summer. Someone very kindly offers Fumes drummer a hat because he is about to melt and/or combust. There’s something enchantingly evil about the singer’s gravelly voice that makes me think he probably wouldn’t be out of place living in remote central Australia somewhere, gutting backpackers for fun. I mean that in a good way, of course.
Van She
On the way over to Van She notice some hideous tattoos. They’re a special breed in Gosford alright…
MrsPop: Van She guys have FANTASTIC sunnies. Really, really impressive.
Poleski: Van She are going to play their remixes today. NO WAY.
Gemdilem: Van She, too many drugs? Remixes don’t count as new songs.
Van She
Carlsberg: I have no words about Van She. Ask me about them in 2005.
Ambascamba: Van She have indeed exceeded my VERY low expectations. But that might be the Sudafed / vodka combo talking.
Carlsberg: The “Smirnoff Experience” has run out of vodka… but I haven’t. LOLz.
The Bronx
The Bronx is why we are at Coaster Festival. After seeing them at Meredith Music Festival in 2009 we were very keen to see them again. They are an epic live band that need to be seen to be believed.
Poleski: For the Bronx we decide to get amongst it with the kids (smelly boys). 2nd row. On the edge of the circle pit. Hardcore.
Gemdilem: The Bronx start to play, the mosh starts and the largest circle pit I’ve seen since 1993 forms. Everyone goes nuts. I’m swept up in the madness. I’m 15 again, I’m moshing hard and it’s great. I try to get the other Festival Ladies to join me in the mosh pit. They are being soft and are staying on the edge of the circle pit.
The Bronx
Matt from the Bronx
The Bronx
Mosh pit
Gemdilem: Matt, the lead singer, is full of angst. Screaming at the crowd. He jumps into the mosh and crowd surfs his way around the mosh pit. It’s out of control. I try once more to get Carlsberg to join me in the moshpit, like the old days. She is resistant.
Carlsberg: I was just about to give in to Gemdilem’s antagonising and push her back when she was pushed from my line of sight and my hands by a rogue mosher. Like in the air. With arms and legs flailing. Words can’t describe and I was laughing too hard to document this with film
Poleski: If there was ever a moment I wish I had a camera on me it’s this one. There are moments in life that are just sheer perfection. Moments that prove this thing known as karma does exist. As Carlsberg and I battled to save our limbs from Gemdilem kicking and skanking… all of a sudden BOOM… there through the sky little Gemdilem went flying. I mean flying. Feet off the ground, mid air… flying! And like the caring, supportive and nurturing friends that we are… we just fall apart in hysterics.
Gemdilem: One minute I’m standing next to Carlsberg trying to get her to join me in the mosh pit, the next minute I am flying through the air. I land (hard) on my butt metres from Carlsberg. I look up to see Carlsberg and Poleski pointing and laughing at me. Apparently this is what friends are for! A fellow mosher helps me up. I am bruised, sore and shaken but I will not stop moshing. Hardcore to the bone.
Poleski: After semi recovering from watching Gemdilem get annihilated Carlsberg finds a new form of entertainment… chasing Matt through the moshpit to get his sweat… and then wiping it on us (to get Bronx babies naturally). Biatch got me. I love you Matt and I think I am having your babies.
Carlsberg: Matt thank you so, so very much for allowing me to get so close to you and your dripping sweat. I will be eternally grateful. Your band is awesome, all the more because I have your sweat on me. And as a result so do the other Festival Ladies. We should probably start working on our birth plans for those delicious little Matt babies we are all now expecting.
Ambascamba: Left cheek covered in Bronx singer’s sweat. Carlsberg is true friend.
Gemdilem: After seeing them at Meredith I had pretty high expectations for the Bronx. But then they took my expectations and completely blew them out of the water. It was insane. Awesome. I leave the moshpit breathless, trying to recover from everything I just experienced.
Carlsberg: The Bronx – a highlight. Not even going to pretend anything is going to come anywhere near them in terms of awesomeness.
Mrs Pop: Definitely the highlight! The lead singer spent more time in the crowd being all kinds of molested than on stage. Was way hyped up after. More “Ribena”.
Ambascamba: I saw the Bronx at Metro on Thursday, but I was there for 80% El, 20% The Bronx. Today I see what all the fuss is about. The Bronx KILLED it (in Gemdilem’s case, almost literally). This set manages to eclipse everything else at Coaster, and all I can do from here on in is wander around in a daze completely dumbstruck by their awesomeness and thinking dirty thoughts about Matt.
Video footage of The Bronx at Coaster, filmed by Gemdilem
Food / Does It Offend You Yeah?
MrsPop: Getting hungry. Decide it is time to pop my Dagwood Dog cherry. Leave the Does it Offend You Yeah? set (they were kinda meh… but REALLY pretty lights). Gemdilem and Ambascamba very keen to be there to support me through my first time. It really was more awesome than I can put into words. Seriously. Bonus of this experience was stumbling onto the set of Old Music for Old People – really boppy and awesome!!! Loved them, was bummed we only caught their last 2 songs.
Mrs Pop and Ambascamba and Dagwood Dogs
Gemdilem: Pretty sure Dagwood Dog just saved my life. Best Dagwood Dog ever! Time for some more vodka, to numb the sore butt.
Carlsberg: Mr Carlsberg just bought a Hare Krishna cook book and all I can think about is Gemdilem going flying in the air. Ooh look! Slurpees!
Poleski: Why is my tongue blue?
Carlsberg: There is a band playing. They sound English. They are just no contest for the hilarity that is now ensuing. Did we mention Gemdilem went flying?
Gemdilem: I’m sore and still coming down from the Bronx but I still manage to do a few mini dance offs to Does It Offend You Yeah? They seem good… but no Bronx.
Meeting the Bronx
There are moments in life that are epic, eternal, never to be forgotten and set to be brought up in 40 years time to the grandkids to prove that we were totally rad and down with it. In Festival Ladies history these moments would include:
Jumping on Axl Rose’s hotel room bed in Melbourne (true story).
Being in the same room as thee Billy Corgan and Sinead O’Connor (every bald head fetishist dream) and Mrs Pop not realising she was in the same room as Billy Corgan and Sinead O’Connor.
Living to see Mrs Pop meet Mr Pop.
Getting quoted in a certain band’s tour press release.
The 2008 Meredith Festival aka mud-fest.
Meeting Steven Jonas… and making him fall off the wagon by buying him an alcoholic beverage.
Watching Gemdilem get KO-ed at Coaster Festival.
And now a new moment to add to the list – meeting the Bronx.
We are back in the VIP section and re-enacting the epic Bronx set, buying soft drink and over spiking it. We are hyper, boozed and loud. Then we spot Matt from the Bronx, inside the VIP section buying a drink.
Gemdilem: We see Matt. He has got changed since his set into a nice flanno, brown jeans, and blue cap. We all stand around giggling like hormone driven teenagers, daring each other to go up and say hello. Eventually we find the courage to walk over to him. We say hello, tell him how much we loved his set, love him and ask to get our photo taken with him. He agrees.
The Festival Ladies and Matt
Ambascamba: Matt tells us of the possibility of an El Bronx oz beach tour. Bring it el on!!
Gemdilem: Matt is nice. Soft spoken. Polite. A complete contrast to his on stage performance. For some reason we ask him where he’s staying that night… ohhh dear. Not Gosford he tells us, in fact they will have to leave soon-ish.
Carlsberg: It’s a shame that the Bronx aren’t staying in ‘ford tonight, we could of stalked them even more! Bonus points to them for brushing us off so nicely though.
Gemdilem: We wave Matt goodbye and leave him to his drink. Once out of ear shot we squeal and laugh at how awesome it was to meet him, how nice he is, etc. It’s then that we realise that we didn’t give him one of our “business cards” aka pick.
The Festival Ladies “business cards”
Gemdilem: Matt is still in the VIP section and standing by himself so Ambascamba and I decide it is the perfect opportunity to jump him / give him one of our business cards. We approach him. Ambascamba appears to be lost for words. I introduce myself and Ambascamba. Matt informs me his name is Matt and we shake hands (!!). I get out one of the picks and give it to him and explain that we are the Festival Ladies and that we review festivals. He seems interested. I’ve run out of things to say. It quickly goes downhill. I start to babble about how awesome the band is, how I got KO-ed in the mosh pit during their set and that despite this I still LOVED it. I tell him how great they were at Meredith and how we only came to Coaster festival to see The Bronx. He takes a small step back… just a small one but I think maybe I’ve gone too far. I quickly try to recover. I tell him how nice it was to meet him, wish him luck with the rest of the tour and shake his hand (YES!). I walk back to the other Festival Ladies where they are waiting with high-fives. I’m in a daze. I can’t believe what just happened. Highlight of my life!! It’s then that I notice I have a massive tomato sauce stain on my t-shirt (from Dagwood Dog eating)… how embarrassing!
Random-ness / Bliss n Eso
It’s some time during the Bliss n Eso set that we start entertaining ourselves. We are oblivious to the bands or the music. Everything turns a little bit random. We are dancing, drinking and acting like idiots.
Carlsberg: Can both bliss AND esso fuck off?
Poleski: Quiet time is over. I may be prone to dance offs and ranting.
Ambascamba: Still in a Bronx daze. Paying zero attention to Bliss or Eso.
Gemdilem: Antics!!!
Ambascamba kareoke
Ambascamba and Gemdilem
The Amity Affliction
Off to the emo area of the festival for The Amity Affliction. We are boozed, we are happy.
Poleski: We head over for The Amity Affliction for some bruising and to finally decide who is wearing the most hardcore foot attire today.
Mrs Pop: Gemdilem and I meet two delightful girls with lightsavers. They informed us the highlights of the festival for them were The Bronx, Fifty Six, and Cheese Hamburger (NOT cheeseburger, completely different apparently – I went to investigate and tried, totally agree with them. Amazing).
Gemdilem: We meet two lovely girls. They are awesome. Future Festival Ladies. They are having a fight with lightsavers and I am the judge. Round 1… FIGHT!
Light savers battle
Ambascamba: I’m sure Amity Affliction are very nice, but I have been distracted by an Irishman (aka Braido) with the Southern Cross BURNED INTO HIS CHEST. If this can be beaten, I’m not sure I want to know about it. PS – Where is my cheese hamburger?
Braido – Southern Cross Tattoo winner
Gemdilem: Best Southern Cross tattoo ever. Loving the emo Amity band. Back to moshing. Hard.
The Amity Affliction
Carlsberg: These guys are awesome. I must be sixteen as I have listened to their MySpace a fair bit. I wish I could take their angst seriously, but between ballet dancing with Poleski and fending off Gemdilem’s outbursts / attempts at cuddles… it’s just not the right time. I’m sorry Brisvegan emos, another time.
Someone loving The Amity Affliction
Poleski: So Gemdilem has morphed into a ball of destruction. For someone half my size she is fierce. I acquire new bruises and pray to God she doesn’t spear tackle me into the gravel.
Carlsberg: My pirouetting is not what it used to be. I have the gravel in my knees to prove it.
Poleski: Carlsberg and I rock it out like it’s our ballet class circa 1990. BOOM.
Poleski and Carlsberg ballet dancing?
The festival draws to a close. Poleski decides to get a lift with friends (who are not us) to Sydney. The rest of the Festival Ladies, plus Mr Carlsberg and Braido (Southern Cross Tattoo guy) head off for Hotel le Gosford.
Poleski: I’m under the influence of Mr Smirnnoff and on my way to Sydney. Yes, I am emotionally attached to my toothbrush and Elton John tee pyjamas… so much so that I will take on the wrath of the Festival Ladies come the morning.
Gemdilem: I can’t believe Poleski left us. I can’t believe the festival is over. I don’t want it to be over.
Ambascamba: Leaving the festival. Wasn’t there suppose to be a giant slide at Coaster? Just realised there isn’t one. Dreams crushed.
Carlsberg: Possibly best walk from festival to pub ever. I have no doubt the Gosford locals enjoyed our calls into the night.
Back at Hotel le Gosford
Amid pre-enactments of Mr & Mrs Carlsberg’s future domestics (your whore drinks diet coke!) the Festival Ladies, minus that Poleski turncoat, return to the promised land of Hotel le Gosford to unwind from the days activities with some refreshing ale.
Carlsberg: Dude with hickey gets his massive ego taken down a notch when the Festival Ladies do a very loud collective ‘eeew’ at him.
Gemdilem: Can’t drink beer. The entire day has all of a sudden caught up with me. I am tired, drunk and sore.
Mrs Pop and Carlsberg
Carlsberg: A former prisoner / bikie with tear tattoos has taken a shine to me. Mr Carlsberg is a bit scared, and I try and stop him staring at me by LOLing about my bright red sunburnt nose. This doesn’t work, but luckily Braido, Ambascamba’s true love, talks to him and avoids a showdown. Winner. Glad he is stalking Ambascamba after all.
Poleski: Shower. Teeth brushed. Bed.
Sunday comedown
MrsPop: In an absolute contrast to previous day, I miraculously feel absolutely fine. Am thanking Dagwood Dog and Cheese Hamburger. I bounce in to wake up Gemdilem and Ambascamba. Gemdilem is not doing well at all.
Gemdilem: Hungover. Want to die.
Ambascamba: I’ve woken up with El Bronx in my head. Winner!
Gemdilem: Comparing cuts and bruises. Pretty sure mine are the most hard core.
Carlsberg: As if yours are more hardcore. I have gravel. GRAVEL!!
Poleski: A delightful walk along Bronte beach. I hope the ladies are a-ok. Holy Christ my legs are a warzone. I am battered. Sorry morning joggers of Bronte!
Carlsberg: Am a bit upset by a lack of a Mrs Pop wake up call, but I feel fine. Totally fine. Can’t wait to murder a sausage and egg mcmuffin, but otherwise ok. This feeling does not remain. The less about this the better. It’s for your own good kids. Anyone driving from Gosford to Sydney on the Sunday, I apologise.
Gemdilem: The drive home is painful. Beyond painful. Friends that vom together stay together.
P.S. There’s a bit of Gemdilem and Carlsberg at the Mooney Mooney turn off.
Poleski: Trying to remember whether I secured FESTIVAL LADIES TECH a gig somewhere on my way home between Gosford and Sydney hmmmm
Summary
Ambascamba: Unreasonable amount of fun has been had at Coaster, but the majority of the credit should probably go to the Bronx and ourselves. What a team.
Poleski: Give us some “Ribena”, a sony cybershot, the Bronx and a backdrop of mullets, fake tan, clear blue sky and we’ll show you good times. Here’s to the 2009 / 2010 Summer Festival Season…
Carlsberg: I’ve been trying since Coaster Festival to think of a moment in my life that even comes close to rivalling Gemdilem getting KO-ed. I can’t. I am giggling right now writing this. Fun times.
Gemdilem: My butt hurts, my knee hurts, my ankle hurts and my little pinky finger (!!) hurts. Best festival ever.
Mrs Pop: Thank you coaster and Gosford for an awesome day / night.
This Saturday (aka tomorrow) Coaster Festival is happening in Gosford and it’s going to be HUGE. Not just because of the bands playing (The Bronx, Does It Offend You Yeah?) but also because for the very first time in the history of festival-ing all FIVE of the FESTIVAL LADIES will be attending the festival TOGETHER! Watch out Gosford!
To commemorate this monumentus occasion – each of the festival ladies will not only be getting Festival Lady Southern Cross tattoos (!!). Boom. We will also be doing LIVE UPDATES from the festival via TWITTER. Double boom.
The tweets will be compiled onto THIS PAGE making it easier for YOU to get all the action from the festival in a concise, pocket-size bundle. As an extra special bonus – live PHOTOS will also be flowing in via the amazing world of Flickr (hopefully).
So for all the antics, inappropriate clothing commentary (fluro still “in”?) from the festival, and for all the Gosford accommodation hijinx be sure to refresh THIS PAGE regularly throughout the weekend. We promise to update until we all run out of phone battery, Mr Smirnoff makes us incapable of Twittering or we get kicked out of Gosford.
The live blogging page will be updated from 9am on Saturday (Sept 12) through to about 2pm on Sunday (Sept 13).
Muchos thanks goes to Jonny_YesYes (aka code monkey) for setting up the live blogging page for us. He’s somewhat of a legend.
Note: Due to legal reasons Carlsberg’s twitter name is “carlsb”.
Coaster Festival boasts a killer line up featuring awesome internationals like Does It Offend You Yeah?, The Bronx, GZA / Genius from the Wu Tang Clan, and The Airbourne Toxic Effect.
Today the set times were announced…
WHITE STAGE
9:00-10:00 Eskimo Joe
7:40-8:30 Bliss N Eso
6:30-7:10 Does it Offend You Yeah?
5:20-6:00 The Bronx
4:20-5:00 British India
3:20-4:00 The Airbourne Toxic Effect
2:20-3:00 Children Collide
1:20-2:00 Gin Wigmore
12:30-1:00 Slow Down Honey
RED STAGE
8:45-10:00 Ajax
7:45-8:45 Yacht Club DJs
6:50-7:35 GZA / Genius
6:00-6:30 Pez
5:10-5:40 Grafton Primary
4:10-4:50 Van She
3:15-3:45 The Fumes
2:15-2:45 The John Steel Singers
1:15-1:45 The Scare
12:15-12:45 Cabins
BLUE STAGE
8:50-9:30 The Amity Affliction
7:30-8:30 DJ / JG
6:50-7:20 DZ
6:00-6:30 Old Music for Old People
5:00-5:30 Young Heretics
4:00-4:30 Fifty Six
3:00-3:30 Ernest Ellis
2:00-2:30 Modern Joy
1:00-1:30 One Jonathon
12:20-12:40 Band Comp Winner (local)
There is a pretty coloured map with the set times here.
Coaster Festival is happening on Saturday 12th September at Gosford Showgrounds. Tix are still available through oztix and will set you back about $85.
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