Feastock VI day show - a review
In a small city, good things spread like electricity. And in Dunedin, everyone knows about Feastock. 2014 was Feastock’s sixth engagement and it has achieved critical mass and a legendary reputation since its inception. Going to Feastock is like going to a dinner party where the hosts are professional chefs. You have the comfort of being in your mate's back yard but there’s excellence in every dish.
Breakfast was Little Smith, who kicked the mild autumn Saturday out of bed and gave it a solid start. A showcase of the high musical standard to come. The innate rock n’ roll character of Jared Smith and Spencer Morgan burst through the contrasting melody of Jo Little and the band. Soon after, the Sunley Band ensured that all mouths were watering again with their intense instrumental segments reminiscent of Pink Floyd's earlier work. Penelope Esplin’s flawless duress of the piano-accordian a hallmark of the band. The River Jesters then wooed us with their slow, purposeful songs, made intimate by local moustachioed dream-boat Tom Bachelor.
It’s the small things that make this day special, from the make-shift terraced seating which was getting more of the smoke-machine's enigma than the stage, to the surprise of seeing the guy you’ve been yarning to suddenly take the stage and play. There’s also the undeniable charm of thanking the “mums on the gate”. Everyone’s promised a good day and this promise is delivered with ease.
Next on stage were three men and two tremendous beards who make up Iron Mammoth. Despite the vocalist being on the drum kit at the rear the energy finds its way through the glockenspiel and keyboard played by the bearded and charismatic Southland frontmen.
The delight that is Brown were served as the aperitif where the soft, clear voices of the brothers Cathro eloquently expressed their memorable lyrics. Soon following was the crowd-hungry superstar hosts Left or Right who delivered a torrent of remarkable sound as the main meal. Their blend of rock and reggae was sure to please, all whilst wearing hi-vis vests. The final supper was Alizarin Lizard who enjoyed the sweet darkness of the final spot and left the song “Forty” stuck in our heads all the way through to Refuel.
Before Feastock there always seems to be a rumor that “this will be the last”. A statement that only seems to build anticipation. Perhaps it’s the contrast of the low-key setting with high quality music that makes Feastock a sure winner. Every musician here gives their absolute best and importantly, attention remains on the reason why everyone’s at the dinner: it’s all about the Feast.
By Arjun Haszard More articles