It's approaching our laughably short summer here in the UK., and that means one thing: The Music Festival. We seem to be rather good at these, and the variety is immense. If it's Rock you're after, then no problem. Folk? Step this way, people. Classical? Yup. Mongolian Nose Flutes and Throat Singing? Hell, yes. I was looking at some old copies of music magazines where the line-ups were shown, ages ago, and I thought: what if there was a place where year after year, they organized a festival, but only managed to secure niche or utterly dreadful bands, each year worse than the last, with bands having pretentious, odd, or downright offensive names? Bands that nobody in their right mind would ever want to hear on record, let alone stand in the pissing rain to see live. And so, the 'Shroake Farm Festival' was born. Here is the latest poster. It is a bit sweary, but that's the nature of the beast. One more thing: I didn't have room on this one, but most of their posters claim: 1] This is a NO CIRCUS SKILLS SITE. [2] Really hard drugs are available from the entry point. [3] We don't know where we are, so please let us know when you get here.
