Dollars To Pounds: Out Here In The Field
- story THE FADER
By all accounts, last year’s inaugural Field Day festival in Hackney’s Victoria Park was a disaster. While I was watching my cousin get hitched, my friends were texting me horror stories about hour-long bar queues, with a similar wait facing anyone with the temerity to want to relieve themselves after downing their drink. The sound was weedy, and sets on different stages were scheduled to clash so that all you could do in the downtime between bands was go and queue for another drink. Fair play, then, to Eat Your Own Ears—normally, it must be said, gig promoters of discernment and distinction—for having the balls to stage Field Day again.
