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

As toes are dragged back from Kimberley Hall’s manorial grounds towards Wymondham the fact that Tales Of The Jackalope has required quite so much effort begins to plague the mind. When weakly-wired eyes picked up that Gang Gang Dance have been pulled from the bill in the early hours - the event having passed its apparent curfew - it flagged up that the Vice-affiliated festival was somewhat masquerading under the title '24-hour party'.

On arrival a glance around. Announcements tacked to tents. “Circumstances. Out of our control. ESG. Not performing.” First blow. Start to find alternatives for mid-morning merrymaking. The fact that tracking down timetables is about as arduous as getting water to soak bitter tongues without shelling out shrapnel makes this some task. It also means that we fail to locate Chris Cunningham or Danananakroyd's billed performances.

Never mind. The beginning. Making like Tapes 'n' Tapes trying to get people dancing Glaswegian act The Phantom Band’s decent psych-electro excess is met with many a shrugged shoulder and it takes Lightspeed Champion to bound on stage for the hordes to provide the first attentive audience of the festival. People are forgiving. Rapturously received with what seems safe to declare as something of a departure from the Shoreditch sideshow that was Test Icicles, Dev Hynes - having earlier turned out in the backing band for Florence and the Machine - now marks ground between Bright Eyes and Jeffrey Lewis, with a warped comic-book humour through a country-folk pretence. Most seem put back by Hynes’ newfound composure but where his former act offered an unnecessarily relentless barrage of pretension-ridden influences, this all seems so unprovoking and tame. The decision to cover 'Buddy Holly' hammers a head on its innocuousness.

Comanechi lose their tops. The almost deliberately clumsily trodden. Ox.Eagle.Lion.Man and Chromeo - rarely paired-up for summarisation purposes - both suffer from the same pitfall: their sets are so self-satisfied and smothered in a lack of conviction that, for all the Beefheart/Prince aping, it all comes across like someone sarcastically hollering their way through a karaoke set. On the flip of that coin, These New Puritans - long derided as little more than an oddly amalgamated ode to their influences - demonstrate quite how significantly they have developed. Jack Barnett casts an odd centre of focus - top-button-buttoned, crippled claw outstretched – yet far more percussively focused than before, pained and lunken like slowed-down bullet bursts.

In the absence of ESG many find solace in Errors, whose soft drones and splintered glitches work to effect as dulled skulls sway. If ever an act had a trump card in a track it’s these Scots and 'Mr. Milk' and - if only for half an hour - the non-appearance from the Bronx beatniks is forgotten. Then, The Fall. Relying heavily upon material from the hollow and uninspired Reformation Post TLC, (RE: adjectives: particularly when compared to recent Tromatic... escapades with Mouse On Mars), Mark E’s ever-central contribution seems to have provided a new lease of inspiration. The set closes with Smith returning to the sidelines whilst his makeshift ensemble industrially charge on. He leers over as gurning buffoons howl for more. He turns and leaves the stage victorious.

DiS gets separated, minds scramble and end up separated glaring upon Dizzee Rascal and his cohort leaping around on stage. More focused than at Melt!, aided by tighter sound and a mangled crowd, front is customary even as revellers lag. Early material increasingly eclipses recent efforts; 'I Luv U' is brutal but basic, and 'Sirens'' desperate dirge drowns out Rascal's rasp. A catfight ensues between a few girls; slapping and biting and pulling at hair. The two are exhumed and expelled out through the crowd, boys laughing, warriors shrieking.

For most, Foals' performance is the first chance to see how working with Dave Sitek on their debut has warped them from their initially promising groundings. It hasn't. Whilst they are a tighter unit than before, there has not been the progression that many had hoped would have developed. Whilst the skewed innovation of Battles remains the root of their sound, there remains in this a Bloc Party-sourced yelping that can sometimes flounder. 'Balloons' seems to curtail into the next effort - all of a sudden it’s 'Mathletics' and our ears are oblivious in calling to question whether Foals are merely one trick ponies.

Similar accusations could be levelled at Fucked Up and Uffie, though without the easy humour. Bored, motion gradually becomes a means for warmth rather than for exploration. Minds closing in around us, we rock back and forth with other casualties in a tent watching Medhi being too lively for our eyes to really take as they start to seal over.

When the performances start to dry up around 4am and with only a few tents scattered throughout the grounds, it leaves many a heavy head on hay bails with little in the way of shelter other than a propped position against an oak. The scenic nature of the grounds provide the festival an impressive setting, but whilst it may boast a venue with the largest ash tree in Britain, given the ultimatum, with only one food stall on site serving spinach and ricotta twists, most would chose a mouthful over an eyeful. Rutgot... Gutrot... Fatigue and dejection have set in around the site and many start to amble back towards tents/cars/train station. Some hardy sorts battle the collective sigh by rocking up on the fell trunks dotted across the freezing landscape. Comedowns litter the gardens 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.

Nice Hatchet Job Fuckers

Dear Kev and Sam,
Thanks for the amazingly biased, inaccurate review.
Maybe we should meet up so I can make it up to you?
When are you around?
Let me know,
Best,
Andy

Pretty accurate report

shame you missed Ebony Bones and the Real Heat, they played excellent sets, sadly to near empty tents.

Also

Chris Cunnigham was on around 10:30pm in the tiny bar. He played 'I Feel Love' - that's all I remember.

Interesting review...

Kind of feels like you never wanted to enjoy it in the first place though...

This review

Does reflect the opinions of many a person I have spoken to about the event.

While the poor turnout isn't the fault, really, of the organisers (well, unless you factor in the location and the bill's appeal to a London-dominated market, and the poor public-transport travel connection/s), the lack of food, shelter and drinking water... well. Not good.

Although, I wasn't there, so this is all second-hand reporting. The above is penned at the scene. I trust that Kev and Sam arrived with minds open - both suggested as much the Friday beforehand. Both, too, are so into the music that was at Jackalope, so there must've been something wrong for both to come back and moan about the event straight away.

An opportunity missed, methinks. This event, this year, was overshadowed by the superior Field Day. Perhaps a union next year?

fucked up

were really good.

I concur...

... i was a little shit.

Hahahahaha

MINT

a tale of two lovers

"we reach the festival. we embrace. sam holds me to his bosom. my underpants moisten. his hips thrust his frustration into my welcoming orifice. i fall, spent. he has taken me. to heaven. the end."

hahaha

Meh

Whatever you say Mike. Your website is the laughing stock of the music industry. Any chance you get to decry Vice Magazine you get all excited and start tripping over on negative adjectives. It comes out like a jealous thirteen year old girl.
Look forward to the next Black Lips review.
Best,
Andy

bitter pill etc.

several of the writers, me included, loves vice magazine.
i've heard much the same off several others though. nice idea, fucking weak execution.

This is the problem with the internet, of course...

...it's not clear whether this is jovial banter or genuine irritation.

Assuming the first: LOL, etc.

In case it's the latter: Andy, the event was a failure. This is focusing on the event, not the magazine. We're a music site and have no business highlighting any negatives that may or may not be present in a publication we have very little interest in. And anyway: this is a review, an opinion. Yours can and does differ, and that's cool. We have this post-a-comment facility to allow the likes of yourself a voice.

'Your' festival flopped. Sorry dude, them's the breaks. Shit happens and you take the hit and make the next one better or you get all bitter and out of shape about it. Why dwell on the past when you could be using your brand to push a future event into such a success that Jackalope is forgotten? Don't hang around on the boards of the laughing stock of the music industry when you should be e-mailing bands and managers and people who paid to go on the weekend and apologising and promising them a better time next year.

And that's that. Done, dusted, no more. Jackalope didn't work. Shoulda? Probs. Ne'er mind.

Err

It wasn't a flop. We had like 5,000 people there. It was the sunniest day of the year. Everybody had a good time. You weren't there so shut the fuck up
Best,
Andy

Okay.

You're pranging Andy

DiS has nothing against Vice.

And 5000? Nah.

I had a good time. 'Til the music stopped.

Good mag - good line-up - shit organisation = consensus.

Dear Andy

It's really sad to see a public post like this. I've read Vice quite a few times and really enjoyed it. I wouldn't go as far as to say it's an arbiter of taste or the first place I'd go for music coverage, as music seems part of the remit but not Vice's focus (i might be wrong).

I've taken several meetings with various people from Vice and I'd say that this opinion you hold of us is yours and not that of either the music industry, nor your cohorts. I'm sure many of them, especially those I deal with at Vice Records stateside with The Stills, wouldn't be particularly happy to think that DiS is out to get Vice, far from it.

Why can't we all just get along? The above was two personal accounts but like Mike I've heard a lot of similar stuff from people who went (some here: http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/2267949 ), worked or played the event. In fact, I've only heard a kind nice words about the music, which of course, is the most important thing here.

DiS never sets out to have an agenda against anything or anyone (especially companies I have regular contact with and have been discussing various projects with) and this time last week Kev and Sam were so excited about going to the festival.

Anyway, let's do that beer

Sean

Everybody had a good time, eh?

You should have been at the tent when Gang Gang Dance were told they couldn't play. Lots of people expressing their "good time" there.

was this you first time out of london?

what were you expecting, a magic carpet?

tnp were superb though. and haven't foals just got back from new york? they've hardly had time to revamp their set ...

your

your

this is my first time, out of typing-school

..

lol

Dan

We (Dananananaykroyd) cancelled due to drummer badness. We then tried to undo the cancellation after deciding we could play afterall, but were told it was too late. So that explains where we were! Bah!

I had a larf...

Things missing from the above review are:

i) The Fall - Mark E. Smith was on top form, procrastinated in between songs just enough for it be entertaining rather than tiresome, and even played a song that's not on their (his) latest release.

ii) A rather irksome Miquita Oliver could be seen prancing around the venue, and slept in a hay bail next to my tent. I offered her a sausage roll in the morning. She offered me a look that screamed 'Shove it up your japseye, I'm awf of T4 dontyerknow' and politely declined even the pastry. Big girl in real life, too. Very big.

Great times.

According to one of my friends Lilly Allen was also present, guzzling Stella Artois, as is her want. However he was ripped on a cocktail of drugs and this annecdote has yet to be substatiated.

In fairness, whilst the venue was great, the people present were lovely and the food was nice, the execution as someone else commented, lacked conviction. This should definitely be repeated, but why not make a two day affair? It has a unique energy to it, partially because of it's idylic stately location, and is a far cry from the faux-hippe aesthetics of Glastonbury and the infantile attitude of 99.9% of Carling Weekend patrons.

Despite it's short comings though, Jakalope remains one of the highlights of my summer thus far.

Huw

i've taken several meetings with the vice staff

hahahaha. Annie Hall.

Was she there too?

Godblimey, who weren't, eh? Someone should have called Heat.

agreed on accuracy

this was one of the worst organised (and sounding) festivals I've been to.

Fucked Up were awesome for their 4 songs (despite poor sound issues) but it was absolutely ridiculous that they got stopped for being 'too violent' someone reported. I waited for fucking hours and the organisers wouldn't even give us a real reason why it was being stopped.

It's true that

it was terably organised n the food was shit. But on the other hand where would else u be able to see Dizzee Rascal (increadable showman), TNP (ten times more important sounding than 3 months a go,) Errors (beautiful uphoric set), Comanechi (wild), and The Fall?

Bad Vice

I went last year and it was terrible. So bad and empty that I was surprised to hear Vice were putting it on again.
Whenever I have venture to any vice related events outside of London they have always been empty.
Question to Vice - Do you advertise anywhere except myspace?

posted on behalf of a friend...

"I went to jackalope last year, and had a fantastic time - excellent line-up
that carried on until about 7am. Journey home wasn't the greatest, but
that's to be expected after 18hrs of trying to destroy whatever brain cells
are left.
I decided not to go this year principally because of where it was and the
journey times involved - vice need to keep it close to london (herts
anyone?) and they'll get a larger crowd. I know they are keen to shed their
london-centric image and rightly so, but the simple fact is that people
don't want to travel 2hrs for a 1 night festival

That said, Vice should definitely have a bash again next year. They bring a
excellent mix of music and have the pull to bring international stars to a
relatively small festival (soulwax/too many djs, mylo last year, dizzee
this year)

How about a winter fest Vice? Just look to Dot to Dot for a definitive
guide on how to organise an indoor all-dayer spread across 4-5 venues –
great organisation, good bands/djs, something for everyone (inc. the
under-18s). Everything was great except the weather, but we didn’t give a
f*ck because we had a roof over our heads"

i heard..

this was a pile of wank.

Hardly anyone went and it was all over by 2.

...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/norfolk/content/articles/2007/08/06/music_tales_of_the_jackolope_aug07_feature.shtml

""It [Tales Of The Jackalope] wasn't intended to be a money making event, we just wanted people to have fun," said Andy Capper of Vice Magazine, co-organisers of the event."

Hey one out of two ain't bad.

I heard it was a bunch of disorganised london-centric cack too.

http://www.thegestalt.org/simon/cunt/

Vice is like an updated version of this:

Such a brilliant parody of itself.

Sugar Ape

Yeah Vice magazine man, it's so with it ... Lets put some downs syndrome nu rave kids across 15 pages dressed in American Apparel, and let everyone know how cool we are and how retarded everybody else is?

The last six issues have had zero susbstance, as if everything is centered around Shoreditch and nothing else matters. The festival is a representation of how out of touch Vice actually is.

And for Andy Capper to come on here and make the comments above, well childish just isn't the word. How old are you?
Capper, you are an embarrassment, give up the gack, get a life, and get out of The Griffin. A brave new world awaits just off the edge of Curtain Rd..

could have been worse

you could have bought a glastonbury ticket in the dismally unfulfilled hope that the line-up would actually be any good, only to spend a weekend trying to get as far as possible out of your mind to escape the reality that you're soaking fucking wet and surrounded by some sort of hippies that presumably have been hibernating for the last 2 years under the roots of trees and then got up a couple of weeks before the festival to start not washing in eager anticipation of the summer shitting solstice.

so maybe jackalope could have been better? at least they were trying to do something fresh and exciting. isn't that better than wallowing in several inches of tired old cowshit?

Im pretty sure some people just dont want to have fun

whether the event was shit or not (I didnt go to this nor field day but from all reports the latter was worse and got off lightly here) the does read like the reviewers went there not wanting to enjoy themselves and didn't...

Not really a review then.

And what the feck is that Glastonbury comment about. It's about 10% hippies these days and despite the shit weather everyone I've met who went managed to have a great time.

Fun

I had a really good time.

Andy Capper

Why, whenever somebody remotely criticises anything linked with Vice, does Andy Capper pop up in the comment boxes saying 'Let's meet, make a date, let me know where to find you' etc

Is he seriously implying some sort of violence here?

Andy, grow up and stop being such a spoilt brat, it makes you look daft.

ticket hick

i didnt get my free tickets until the monday after cos of the postal strike or was it a vice boob anyone else get stooped? knew it would be dodge - in the middle of the flippin boondocks!

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