Babysweet Sessions

Our Two Door Cinema Club documentary had it’s only Norther Irish premier/showing at the 5th ever Forfey Festival. Hannah and I were a little nervous about people showing up to watch it but to our delight the place was packed. It was in the mighty 1951 venue at about 00:30 in the morning. The ever so kind Neil Gillespie introduced Hannah and I and we mumbled a few words before returning to the back of the room and staring at the floor. Someone said they had to stop themselves clapping after each song as they kept forgetting it was a concert. That is what the target with filming a concert is I guess, capturing the atmosphere in its raw form. It is also worth mentioning that if you are signed up to Two Door’s newsletter that not only will you be getting a rare early demo of theirs but you will also get to watch Cigarettes in the Theatre from the documentary. You should have been signed up in the first place! I imagine it will probably find it’s way onto one of them there networking sites at some point.

Besides the great honor of having our work shown at the greatest festival on earth (maybe im crazy eh! I am basing this on experiences at Benicassim, Glastonbury, T in the Park, The very First Tennents Vital, Oxegen and all those other darn rainy events and SXSW (SXSW is infact the exception and the the greatest in America, Forfey best in Europe OK) the line-up really delivered. In my heart of hearts I felt the line-up on paper wasn’t as strong as last year and that the festival may not have lived up to my fond memories. However it truly did and was maybe my favourite Forfey experience ever. The sound in the Hey Shed was absolutely magnificent. Iain Archer was out of this world and along with Adebisi Shank were the highlight of the Friday (besides our film….wink…taxi). The atmosphere for Lowly Knights was possibly one of the most perfect atmospheres I have experienced. Not Squares were sensational. SixStarHotel had Hannah Banana in tears and to be frank I was biting my lip. I don’t know what it was. Neil made a peace sign at some point and it did something to me. Did anyone else get emotional? David Clements can raise his leg and snap it down in a finer fashion met by ney one else me eye hath seen. Bad Operator… Bad Operator became B.O. The crowd chanted B.O…B.O. People were smelling their armpits in a saute to the majestic one. It is a difficult deal to be a DJ at festivals in the middle of the day. People maybe aren’t ready to boogie woogie and so just watch. I don’t have a clue about DJ’s. Watching a DJ at work confuses me. The first few tracks came with folded arms and happy faces. Someone somewhere decided enough was enough and started to tap their foot. Suddenly the place went bezurk. There were shapes being thrown on the Lie-To Floor that would baffle Stephen Hawking and Peter Jones. The last track, a remix of Get Back by Kowalski, wasn’t enough. There were chants of more…please more… This chant was shared when I was packing the car to go home.

Anyway, there will be two documentaries out in September if not sooner. This is for certain they are edited and completed. Just waiting for the right time to unleash. We are busy moving our lives over to London. Somethings have already been arranged for the big smoke and so babysweet should be busier than ever. 

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