The Kebab on… Soundcity 2015

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Soundcity. Sound, a city. Sound, in a city. Liverpool Soundcity. Soundlad. What is Sound? Well, Liverpool has come up with several definitions over the years, from the noisy kids in the beatnik bands of the 60s, to The Wombats and their musical stylings. Liverpool has, in a ritual as old as time, had a music festival called Soundcity. This is the sort of festival where kids with their guitars turned up too loud and impossible haircuts seem to culminate, like the post-teen revival of our dreams.

Last year, when Soundcity went religious, and we all prayed at the alter of bands-you’ve-just-about-heard-of-or-pretend-you-have

This year, unlike others, the Oligarchs of Soundcity, the powers that be, decided to move Soundcity away from the city to the docks. Making it less Soundcity and more Sounddocks. In fact, whilst being there you actually could forget you where even close to a city, or, in some cases, what a city was, the Bramley-Moore Docks were SO un-city like you in fact forgot the mere concept of a city. You get the point, that the festival was not in the city. In fact, the festival was more festival than ever, with plastic cup beer, volunteers being used as slave labour, barely any checks on the entrance, vast expanses of water all around the venue and heavy police presence outside.

If sound city was a kebab, it would look like this, fairly evenly spread but with a lot of red onions

We arrived late on the Saturday to the festival, so are not particularly best placed to give readers a well rounded and thorough review. What this intrepid Kebab Journo can offer is a set of speculative comments about the festival;

1. The beer was scarily efficient. several tubes lined up and pumped cold fosters into up to ten plastic cups at a time, whilst young volunteers took cash away from you, the result being that you would need a weewee whilst in the centre of a large crowd. The Flaming Lips were almost ruined by my bladder.

2. It works out in the docks. It is a lovely location and it feels like a secret getaway, still with the ability to look back and see the city.

3. There were an array of fairly famous bands there. They are the level of bands that you may of heard of, but couldn’t possibly have listened to them all. Some, desperate for identity, cling onto small things like funny head dresses or dances, that they ‘always do’.

4. I was there with two people that were both called harry.

5. The festival was surrounded by water. This added to the aquiline nature of the event, if it wasn’t there already.

6. Kevin Coyne from The Flaming Lips is quite old, but he still finds time to get into a massive zorb ball. Everyone loves to say how old he is.

So go next year.

Kebab out.

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