When it comes to all-day festivals in the UK, there are an absolute multitude of them, and most of them do it very, very well. Some personal favorites of mine include Takedown and Hit The Deck, but I must admit that Slam Dunk Festival has been the highlight of my British musical calendar for many years. It’s now a staple feature for any rock fan, and thousands of us flock to either North (Leeds), South (Hatfield) or Midlands (Wolverhampton) for our fix. Or two of them. Or all three!
Pa-ramore. Pa-ris (yes, that’s how you say PVRIS, although without the dash in the middle… keep up). Other than sharing identical prefixes, these two bands are nothing alike – unless you count the fact that their singers both identify as females. In 2015, it shouldn’t be a shock, or valid reason for us to make such brilliant observations as “oh cool, it’s a female fronted band!”. However, sadly, due to a lack of equality and women in the industry, it too often is.
I’ve been AWOL, very much so, lately, for personal reasons that I have largely neglected to blog about. I went into things briefly in my last post, but for the most part, these things will stay private, at least until I have a better hold on them! So, with that in mind, I was super fortunate to be granted the chance to get away to some solitude for the weekend. Escaping the misery of Peterborough and the craziness of London was nice, and off I headed on a press trip to the grandeur of Clevedon Hall*, a picturesque and recently renovated wedding/celebration/corporate venue just outside of Bristol.