So that was the Pavement-curated ATP, then. I'd forgotten just how good they are. Currently sighing along to 'We Dance' on repeat and feeling completely broken (that's what drinking too much, staying up until stupid o'clock and subsisting almost entirely on crisps will do to you - who knew?).
The usual witterings about the whole weekend will be appearing here in due course. Expect the following to feature, in no particular order: twin-necked bass guitars, sleeptalking, Steve West cooing over babies, being recognised by rock stars, the Los Campesinos! Circle Of Dance and the best worst film I've ever seen...
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