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In Depth

DiS's tale of the Jackalope: Comedowns littered like wheezing black holes

It's like a festival having been circumcised, serving a purpose but lacking in providing anything much in the way of true enjoyment. With reams of tickets going spare in tight pockets, curling like thin-cleaved skin we begin the joyless, 12-hour odyssey home to bed. No sleep on concrete, no sleep on trains, with little to rationalise the ache...»

Dour Festival 2007: the DiS review

In Depth by A bunch of drunk DiS writers

Remembered through a haze, of dust, drink and sunshine, this was never going to be the most factual account. But it’s probably the most accurate version of events at the 19th Dour Festival, courtesy of Tom King and Adam Anonymous…»