Beacons Festival

Words: Joshua Nevett
August 13, 2013

In a most irresistible meeting of music, rural beauty and a waterlogged field in Yorkshire, could it be third time lucky for one of the festival circuits’ most promising upstarts - here’s hoping for a dry one.


As much as British festivals are dependent on the weather, there’s a sense that complaining about braving those soggier elements is ultimately a futile affair, on a par with berating train conductors or grumbling your way through protracted cues: it’s a culturally ingrained convention, so you may as well bite your lip and nosedive into the nearest melee. This is the mantra of Yorkshire’s embryonic Beacons Festival – set in the idyllic pastures of Skipton – which was forced to cancel its inauguration in 2011 following a washout of biblical proportions. Having returned in 2012 with a renewed gusto that belied the mitigating circumstances that led to its false start, Beacons Festival looks well placed to pick up the slack again in 2013 with a handful of buzz bands and spades of kooky extras.

Filed somewhere between the leftfield/boutique errs of Secret Garden Party and the club-mindful eclecticism of Festival No 6, Beacon’s diminutive size is indicative of an intimate and immersive festival experience. The theatrical frivolity of Local Natives, the disparate sonic assault of Bonobo, and the angular Beach Boy-isms of Django Django: all of which can be found performing in close proximity amid the offerings of an arts and film orientated chill-out tent (Into The Woods), awe inspiring visual projections, sonic sculptures, vintage apparel boutiques and locally sourced culinary delights. There’s a healthy dose of local heroes to keep the natives keen as well from Ben UFO, Spectrals and Wolf People, plus representation from Merseyside in the form of Dan Croll and Stealing Sheep.

In a most irresistible meeting of music, rural beauty and a waterlogged field in Yorkshire, could it be third time lucky for one of the festival circuits’ most promising upstarts – here’s hoping for a dry one.




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