The Great Escape
Wandering through the emblazoned walls of graffiti dominating the North Lanes (my personal favourite is John Peel on The Prince Albert), it would be fair to say that it’s hard to imagine a more Bohemian or fitting platform for a music festival introducing new and raw music to the British public and media. It surely is the only festival where quiff combing hipsters, impressive taches, mutton chops, Mohawks, skin designs of various size and colour, ball gowns, tiaras and Edwardian three piece suits rub along nicely. It’s hard not to hit the instagram trigger every minute that you are soaking in this mercurial atmosphere and harder still not to be seduced into a café-dwelling, people-watching haze and forget you are there to review music…ur hem…Even those without a formal stage, busking in whatever vacant space the heaving pavement will allow them are of an impressive standard. Although not always appreciated by the office workers above, this amplified madness sets the scene nicely for The Great Escape. Brighton itself and the many varied venues such as the dark basements of The Haunt, the outdoor picnic feel of the bullet stage in Jubilee Sq to the chandeliered decadence of The Old Ship’s Pagannini Ballroom give you an idea of the breadth and depth of the musical tastes on offer from the whimsical Estonian folk gems of Ewert and The Two Dragons to the raw punk ranting of Parquet Courts. Over the next few articles I will be bringing the reviews and the recommendations to your attentions and attempting to catch up with a few of the amazing artists on offer at the moment. On with the show…………..