The Thousands

TOPS

Nick Cave being lifted onto the shoulders of his adoring fans and spitting the words ‘give me your money!’ repeatedly into their faces while Warren Ellis stalked the stage with maracas like a demented pirate. Those guys can get away with anything.

The skies dumping plump rain onto a mass of sticky punters during Cut/Copy’s rave up.

Dennis Cometti saying the word ‘pendulousness’.

Future of the Left’s ‘Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues’. God bless those angry Welshmen.

Developing a love for Drum n Bass or ‘getting my wub wubs on’ during Harmonic 313.

Things getting significantly muddier after Mudhoney.

Camping in the Blue Gums. Bush Camp is overrated.

Debating the cultural differences between ‘giving something a hoon’ and ‘giving something a gurns’ with some ‘salty kiwi bitches’.

Experiencing a full hooner eclipse.

Adalita sharing the stage with Dean Turner’s kids.

BOTTOMS

Sound problems for both Gang Gang Dance and Kurt Vile and the Violators.

Thongs irrecoverably de-plugging very early on.

Not experiencing the full lunar eclipse. Stupid clouds!

Pretty sure we detected some lip-syncing during Tim Sweeney’s set. If it’s true that’s a fucking travesty Tim, if it’s not I apologise.

Losing all concept of time and missing my friend booty shake on stage for Big Freedia.

Dirt in your snot is never good.

Singing along to Ladyhawke’s ‘My Delirium’ knowing full well that the song sucks.

Forgetting to check out the warped delights of the Ecoplex Cinema this year.

Ice shortages on Saturday.

Eric’s Terrace was a bit unnecessary.