{"id":1180,"date":"2011-07-29T10:20:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-29T10:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bolachas.org\/testes\/?p=1180"},"modified":"2011-07-29T10:20:00","modified_gmt":"2011-07-29T10:20:00","slug":"milhoes-de-festa-2011-day-one-the-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bolachas.org\/?p=1180","title":{"rendered":"Milh\u00f5es de Festa 2011: Day One, the review"},"content":{"rendered":"

So, looks like those three days of pure awesomeness are now officially over. Actually, they were already over four days ago, but we felt the need to be physically and mentally able to write something about the festival before posting anything. After all, we\u2019re just average nerds that only leave our basement once in a blue moon, leave alone camping for four fucking days and nights. To add to the mayhem, the piece of crap that is my Samsung i5500 refused to turn on during the trip to Barcelos and I was left with a phone that can only deal with phone calls and SMS. Besides not being able to tweet (damn, I even bothered to install the Twitter app) I even bought a newspaper to keep up with the world (which technically means \u201ccheck the obituary\u201d, because nothing really happened while I was away, besides people dying) Screw technology and that Norwegian fucktard who thought he was the smoke monster from LOST. You\u2019re not, and we all hope you die in a fire.<\/p>\n

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DAY ONE<\/h1>\n

Oh, how I missed this town. After a first evening + night of rediscovering places where you can dine and get half-drunk using the same amount of money you\u2019d need to pay for a regular breakfast on my city, we gathered our credentials and went to the (now crowded as fuck) pool, where Black Bombaim<\/strong> were just ending their performance. Unfortunately we were only able to listen to a couple of minutes of their groovy tunes while we tried to settle somewhere among the piles of half-naked, nice looking hipsters (see? We\u2019ve already convinced you to come to the festival next year). Hayvanlar Alemi<\/strong> were next, their Middle Eastern-tinged riffs blending with the scorching Barcelos heat. The team from Ankara, Turkey gave the first great concert of the festival \u2013 or at least they were doing it, before we left to see Botswana<\/strong>. Or not<\/em> to see Botswana, since we thought the L&L stage was right next to the pool. Turns out it wasn\u2019t. Also, that dusty riverside stage looked like Barcelos\u2019 answer to the Super Bock Super Rock festival. Then we were faced to experience the worst aspect of the festival, one of the few letdowns \u2013 Dirty Beaches<\/strong> was just the first of a ridiculous amount of concerts to be delayed for several minutes. That\u2019s obviously not a problem if you are not too concerned about British punctuality and are okay with seeing concerts from 2pm to 6am and getting just a few hours of sleep in a tent, but hey, isn\u2019t this rock\u2019n\u2019roll? After all, you can sleep\/get some rest when you\u2019re dead.<\/p>\n

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Dirty Beaches<\/em><\/p>\n

Dirty Beaches<\/strong>\u2019 concert was nothing special, so we left the dusty stage (unfortunately, to never return ever again) and headed to the main festival site, while The Glockenwise<\/strong> played their set in the Pool on their weird Summer vests.<\/p>\n

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The Glockenwise<\/em><\/p>\n

The festival site is among the greatest you\u2019ll ever see in a summer festival: a big hill in front of the main stage so everyone can see the stage \u2013 as well as the river C\u00e1vado and the Barcelinhos beach \u2013 clearly (even if you\u2019re a midget), plenty of grass to sit in (and lots of stone benches for those afraid of bugs), a fair amount of WC stalls and beer stands. We missed the porco no espeto<\/em> stand though, and we chose to dine outside the festival site for the three days to save some money.<\/p>\n

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\"\"CACHORR\u00c3O. Nothing special compared to Xispes’ panad\u00e3o.<\/em><\/p>\n

On the VICE stage, limited by a stone wall used by the bearded guy from Monotonix to jump into the crowd last year, Portuguese post-rockers Riding P\u00e2nico<\/strong> were already playing. The band played every edition of the festival and this time they brought a friend: playing with them was Chris Common<\/strong>, known for playing drums in the incredible These Arms are Snakes, one of the best live acts the 00s have witnessed. Although their gig was tight, I must confess I spent half of the time thinking about shouting \u201cBRING TAAS BACK\u201d to Chris or something. I really missed them until later in the night \u2013 we\u2019ll discuss that later. On the other half of the concert I was, of course, headbanging. Riding P\u00e2nico<\/strong>, you\u2019re more than welcome to come back next year.<\/p>\n

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Shit and Shine<\/em><\/p>\n

I really wanted to see Aethenor, but went outside for dinner and arrived just after Shit and Shine<\/strong> started playing. That wouldn\u2019t happen if A) the porco no espeto<\/em> stand remained in the festival site or B) the Pingo Doce insufficient clerks worked harder and faster. The chicken was okay, but who cares. To add to my disgust, Shit and Shine<\/strong> were a tad dronier than I was expecting and their concert didn\u2019t really pick off until the last couple of songs, when a repetitive, semi-Kuduro beat took over and we could finally smell some party under those bunny hats and two drumkits.<\/p>\n

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Zun Zun Egui’s Yoshino Shigihar<\/em><\/p>\n

A change in schedule made Zun Zun Egui<\/strong> play the main stage on Gama Bomb<\/strong>\u2019s spot, who played after them on the Vice stage. The Bristol quartet is the definition of party; their African rhythms, powered by the Mauritian Creole vocals of frontman Kushal Gaya, came down like a blessing upon us all on the early night of Friday. The almost unknown British act played the El Guincho role (his concert, last year, was widely regarded as the partiest<\/em> of the whole fest) on this years\u2019 edition of the festival. Let\u2019s only hope they start playing here at least a couple of times per year like the Spanish band started doing.<\/p>\n

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Gama Bomb<\/em><\/p>\n

Gama Bomb<\/strong>, now playing on the Vice stage, felt like heroes chasing an evil dragon who had kidnapped a helpless princess in her castle. I swear I said that before they asked the audience if they liked videogames. I\u2019m pretty sure most of them answered positively. Is this real life, or is it Dungeons and Dragons? Thrash metal sem merdas<\/em> for those who were about to rock. Graveyard<\/strong> is a name a lot grimier than Gama Bomb, but they\u2019re not metal<\/em> at all; at the beautiful Milh\u00f5es stage, a pure 70s, blues-infused riff fest happened instead. The guys from Sweden are the most recent descendents of the big Zeppelin family and they deserve a medal for not sounding derivative at all. Thumbs up!<\/p>\n

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Graveyard<\/em><\/p>\n

Remember when I was bitching about These Arms are Snakes breaking up? That was like, four paragraphs ago. Enter If Lucy Fell<\/strong>, the best Portuguese live act of the last decade. Having not playing a gig in two years, the band fronted by Makoto Yagyu (also a member of Riding P\u00e2nico) instantly started shelling out their biggest hits, like \u201cColossus Kid\u201d or “What If She Fell” from their debut LP, turning the Vice stage into something that looked like an average Athens street during another protest. You could even spot some of the leading Chungwave acts\u2019 band members dancing, moshing and crowdsurfing. As I predicted, this was easily the best concert of the first day of festival. And don\u2019t ever think about not playing shows for two more years. We need you.<\/p>\n

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If Lucy Fell’s Makoto Yagyu<\/em><\/p>\n

Liars<\/strong> had the tough task of keeping everyone’s adrenaline levels up after such a punch. After a heavy start, they seemed like they would be up to the challenge, but then they started acting coninhas,<\/em> adding some ballads to the mix. Boring. You don’t play slow songs at 3AM on an event called Millions of Party. The concert had its moments but made some people sit down halfway. Have I mentioned how comfortable the festival site is?<\/p>\n

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Liars<\/em><\/p>\n

To finish up the night, two more comebacks from Portuguese instrumental acts: Veados com Fome and Lobster. First came the trio from Santo Tirso, more than four years since the last gig. Sr. Gon\u00e7alves, Sr. Pinto and Sr. Ferreira bombed us with powerful riffs for half an hour, including “18”, “Nelson” or “Paquito”. My only complain is that they didn’t play a cover of the popular hit song Santo Tirso \u00e9 lindo<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Veados com Fome<\/em><\/p>\n

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Lobster’s Guilherme Canh\u00e3o crowdsurfing<\/em><\/p>\n

Lobster<\/strong>, already late in the night, rounded up the first night of concerts after I found out that some hideous bastards fucked up our tent while mounting their own. If you’re reading this, I hope your car died somewhere in a dark road on your way back home, with wild, dangerous animals wandering around it and stuff. Fortunately enough, one of our fellow photographers was there – still sober – the whole time and captured the picture above. Also, thanks to the guy who recorded the video below while we were repairing a tent at almost 5 in the morning.<\/p>\n

WORDS: Diogo S. Silva<\/p>\n

PICS: Ana M. Bento, Am\u00edlcar Rodrigues and Bernardo Costa<\/p>\n

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