With an electric line-up and a brand-new home, Groovin the Moo baptised the Wayville Showgrounds with mud, glitter and sweet sweet tunes. Despite the move, the drizzly morning meant punters paid tribute to the sell-out festival’s Oakbank beginnings sporting plastic ponchos and gumboots galore.
Local faves Horror My Friend and Heaps Good Friends drew in the early crowds and set up the feel-good vibes that would continue long into the night with their indie rock sounds.
Then followed Montaigne who performed with such character and heart you could feel the love radiating amongst the crowd as she belted out some incredible notes on the main stage. Whilst in the Moolin Rouge tent Brighton band Architects delivered a husky and powerful performance for those seeking something a bit heavier.
The art of balancing four open drinks at once through dancing crowds became an Olympic event with bar lines sometimes surpassing an hour long wait. This was a major problem for the new venue with punters missing entire sets in order to quench their thirst.
Venturing deeper into the festivities, it was almost certain you would leave a show covered in beer as fans invested themselves in jumping around and belting out killer tunes such as at The Smith Street Band’s stand out set.
In the sunset time slot The Jungle Giants had people grooving, whilst Germany’s Milky Chance brought their folky electro-pop beats soon after to an eager crowd.
It’s fair to say The Darkness were an act no one expected to see lined up against indie floor fillers like The Wombats, but their absolute classic I Believe in a Thing Called Love was a damn wonder to see live. And how Justin Hawkins’ comfortably pulled off a blue lycra jumpsuit, we will never know.
Speaking of The Wombats, they were a hotly anticipated festival favourite and goddamn they crushed it again. Their twangy guitar riffs pulsed through our veins and not a single person could stand still as they danced to all the classic hits.
Closing the festival, Violent Soho were a winning headliner. In a picture-perfect scene, toilet rolls spiralled towards the crowd as Soho tore up the stage with their glorious guitar hooks. We yelled “hell fuck yeah” to Violent Soho’s Covered in Chrome as they round up a bloody epic day with their energetic performance.
Whilst not quite the regional festival it claims to be anymore, the first leg of Groovin the Moo was still a killer day. There were bands. There were boobs. There were beards and there were moes. Even the occasional shoey made an appearance. Solid effort.
Words by Bridget Kerry.
Image by Cattleyard Promotions.