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‘Mate, if you’re out your arse, the last thing you wanna do is grab another beer from a clown, aint it!?’ Yeah, he’s right. It was quite odd, it sort of fit with the weirdness but also seemed anomalistic. Keep straight and you finally make it to the Lake of Tranquility. Lost Village must be one of the only festivals in the UK to be able to boast such a feature. Admittedly, it was really lovely to eat your food there, but in reality it was rarely used by us – we just wanted to see the music, and if we weren’t there, we were usually at our own camp drinking our own drinks. Had the lake not been in the arena I’m sure it would have had far more use.
The other stages were deep in the woods where the actors were far more prevalent, though still rather disappointingly sparse. These included the Forgotten Cabin, where Optimo played a brilliantly eclectic mix, somehow managing to mix Madonna and Bob Marley into techno and acid bangers. Elsewhere was the secret set stage, which seemed to only come alive when Dan Shake played on the Sunday. I wasn’t able to get in due to the queue being so long but by the sounds of it he played a wicked set. Then you had the Abandoned Chapel, which was exactly how it sounds. This was the most consistent stage for sound, and once we realised this we spent a lot more time here.
Gerd Janson’s set was allowed to exercise to its full capacity due to the sound system hitting home throughout its entirety, which is something that could not be said for many of the sets over the weekend. The most glaring flaw of the festival was that, at times that seemed completely random, the sound system would turn down far too significantly. When we should have been pulling skank faces at the bass kicking in at Mall Grab’s, Denis Sulta’s and Hunee’s sets, we were instead left deflated and confused, hearing people’s conversations, struggling to even hear the mid range of a song – it really was something that tarnished the weekend. At times, the main thing that was lost at Lost Village was the sound (I thought of that as soon as it happened, and I’m still proud of it). It rendered all of Lost Village’s idiosyncrasies – the actors, the fact it’s in a forest, the lake, the lovely food – as gimmicky: at a music festival, sound should take priority.
That’s not to say that all of those things were not great additions; they really made the festival unique. But it was clear to see that whilst it has amazing potential, Lost Village is still in its teething process - it’s just a shame we’re the ones who suffer. I’m sure it’s something that they will work on, and I would be far too hasty to dismiss Lost Village. It doesn’t change the fact that I had a brilliant weekend.
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