First thoughts of Loopallu 2013.

Loopy 71 300x249 - Go Loopy!It’s been said before but I’ll say it again – a festival at the end of September in the north west of Scotland? It really shouldn’t work, but it does, and wonderfully well. A small site with a large beer tent hosting between 2 and 3 thousand revellers with more happy drunks per head of population than any national average anywhere makes for a belter of an end of festival season finale.

Sure it’s windy, but it’s a warm wind and men in kilts who couldn’t make it to the toilet soon figured out it was howlin’ in from the sub-tropical south. Sure it was showery but damn it, skin is waterproof, so bring-it-on. Initially it felt a wee bit claustrophobic – probably that’s more to do with the temporary fencing that stops well oiled veteran festival goers piling out the main tent and straight down for a paddle in Loch Broom – and as we know, oil and water doesn’t mix. The Stornoway ferry ploughed its predictable course but we really didn’t want a visit from the in-shore lifeboat crew.

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Great food, great music, lashings of beer, security and police in fine spirits (although the policeman who was interviewed was only 29 days 6 hours and 25 minutes from retirement), these are the perfect ingredients cooked to damn near perfection. And did I mention the fringe events in some of the towns’ finest pubs? If you’ve ever wondered about Loopallu – get a tent and head north next autumn – it’s well worth the trip.

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More on Loopallu 2013 coming very soon. We would love to read your opinion of the festival below.

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Life-long engagement with music and a truly eclectic taste (although prog-rock and metal will usually have me scrambling for the off button). If pushed, I would have to say the Velvet Underground are one of the most important band’s of all time. Although I consider myself first and foremost a photographer, as regards reviewing I guess I cut my teeth in the vibrant fanzine scene of the 80’s. Around the same time I started taking photographs and, to be brief, performance and photography were made for each other: perfect match.