The Fields of Cream
SO it’s the week following that massive picnic that went on up the country at the weekend and as it goes with the Irish, I’m sure ye have been hanging for a chicken fillet roll and a mug of sugary tea since Monday morning. Ah sure, the sicker you are, the better the party…isn’t that our ridiculous (but intermittently correct) mentality?
Unfortunately I can never see myself donning the trendy, hipster persona that I feel is almost a necessity at Electric Picnic, nor can I see myself donning the numb, drunk and blissfully unaware uniform that seems to be worn at Oxygen, so this year with the absence of a sun holiday and the over presence of a work life, I decided that there was no time better than the present to feck off to Creamfields*.
*Creamfields (noun) – a festival consisting of two converged fields, filled with music tents, renowned DJs, ginormous stages, a mini-carnival and general craic and banter.
I had always longed to find myself in the middle of this festival, head-bobbing to beats whilst gorging on a hot dog and gawking up at some world famous, slightly attractive house DJ. And that I did.
The fella and myself went over for a weekend to Liverpool last week. We landed on Friday and the gig was on Saturday. After checking the line-up, we had decided well in advance that Saturday was the day that most peaked our interest so we booked the tickets online and at €90 per day, the one day was enough for us – whether we wanted it to be or not. One can choose, just like Oxygen, to camp for the three days on the site but can I just recommend that you have the stamina and robustness of a Nokia 3210, ‘cause by jaysus does one day take it outta ya!
I was lucky enough to catch some great names like Sasha, Nicky Romero, Toddla T, Madeon, Zane Lowe and the unsurpassable and revolutionary English dance group; The Prodigy. Of course The Prodigy was the highlight of the whole experience. I find it difficult to capture in words the energy, atmosphere and overall eminence that they brought to the event. I struggle to think of a word other than wow when I recall the lunatics jumping around on stage to classics such as Fire Starter, Voodoo People and Out Of Space. Seriously. Wow.
If you even remotely like their music, I suggest that you see them when you get the chance because the experience is one that will not only entertain but will stay alive in your mind for quite some time. Be aware though – the crowd gets messy. And I mean MESSY. It’s rough, it’s uncomfortable and at times it’s scary, but if you’re wise enough to stay at the back, do. There you will be able to head bang and fist-pump to your racing heart’s desire without some pill-head jumping on you.
But seriously. You need to see them.
If there was a bit of a flaw and just a bit of one, then it had to be the fact that so many of the acts that we wanted to see were all on at the very same time. Paul Oakenfold, Avicii, The Prodigy amongst others were all on at 9.30 and poor ‘aul Amy didn’t get to see ‘em all. We had to seriously consider which act we’d traipse on over to and of course The Prodigy came out on top. Afterwards, we were delira with the choice we made, even though we had missed the others.
You see the smart aul folks over at Creamfields HQ don’t release the times of the acts atall, atall. You have to buy a lanyard for £8 inside the gate, if you want to know what you’re at and when you want to be at it. So I say fair play to ‘em with their smart aul business heads and thinking caps on, but ‘tis fairly crap on us attendees. Sitting around all day waiting and waiting and more waiting until there’s someone playing that you want to see isn’t as engaging as one might think. Plus some appealing acts such as Skream and Benga didn’t play until two and three in the morning. Ah here. That’s very good and well for those camping, but when you’re flying home to Ireland the following morning – your eyes are hanging out of your head, your stomach is sick from beer and your legs are weak from dancing, ‘tis no good.
So if you’re interested in Creamfields 2014, I suggest you don’t show at the gig until four bells and make sure that you have enough Red Bull in your system and you’re ready and shaking with energy for the surrealism that’s about to surround you.
Photos credited to youredm.com, beatsmedia.com