Hit The Deck Festival

So this week was the last week of slavery at work, all the fucking time. From now on I’ll only be doing it half the time. At least that’s something. I woke up on my first day of half freedom to clouds and a downpour of rain but the sky could sense my mood this morning and now I am sat outside in the glory of the sun.

I’ve been questioning whether to bother writing about Hit the Deck festival. I guess the urge has overcome me.

Bury Tomorrow

Pride, power and melody, Bury tomorrow hurtle towards you like a speeding freight train and you find yourself glued to the tracks.

Originating from Southampton UK, the 5 piece are a fabulous example of the sharp hardcore music that is budding within the alternative British scene these days. They touch on the melodic vs. death metal spectrum.

Canterbury

I see myself and you wrapped in rainbows, a curve of colour swirling round my head. I’m from a cloud, I have been falling for ages, passing through the light into the ground. I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you, while all the world is falling out of love.

As I kick back and venture through Canterburys array of musical footsteps and ballads, I realise that summer is starting, things are starting to look up and the good days are becoming more consistent. Their music contains a healthy amount of sugar and energy, embracing you with optimism.

Canterbury are a happier band on my current playlist. They sooth, console and stitch up old wounds.  Their tracks contain little rays of sunlight fighting through an overcast sky, a glimmer of hope and a gentle tug of wishful thinking.

My Little Pony

*draft* 
Google 'my little pony' and plastic pink horses appear everywhere, dancing around your webpage. I suppose it reflects the light hearted spirit of the band, too bad they don’t play death metal, right? Instead the quintet are indie and jazzy, decorated with pretty boy vs girl vocals. Imagine your mother whipping together a cream pie full of daises and a marching band. They are a instrumental version of Belle and Sebastian, knitting together banjos, classical strings, brass and percussion.