Our singular European writer, Steve Miller, is @ All Tomorrows Parties and has filed a first day report:
All Tomorrows Parties is weird. Get a shitload of underground bands and put them on for three days in a holidays camp which doesn?t look like it?s been furbished since, oh, the 50s. I get freaked out by the bingo results board next to the main stage, and by the giant octopus jealously guarding the stairs. At the check in desks there are instructions about checking out overnight. ?Hand your keys in at the security hut,? it says, helpfully adding in brackets, ?Next to the crocodile.? The whole weekend is a bit like that. (full review)