Jam Session, great shows, a lovely interview with Pale Honey, soar feet on the verge of amputation, sauna-like weather, a lecture on German football players (again, why me?), lovely Roskilde volunteers and dust, lots of D.U.S.T. – that’s what festival day no.3 was about.
Toto, every time this *f-word* Toto and “Africa”. You would think that a music festival in the 2010s would point out something modern, at least something listenable, but whereever you turn you hear Toto’s “Africa” no matter what average age you will find in different camps. And when there wasn’t Toto, there was ABBA but Swedish law prohibit me from criticizing ABBA and since I would like to keep my Swedish citizenship I rather let it be. Maybe music made in the 1970s is better?
But let’s not start a meaningless discussion about festival music, Monday was Camp Vienna United’s major day.
Camp Vienna United and the Jam Session
The third day of the festival was all about Camp Vienna United (except for an interview, read below) and a full planning day before the traditional Jam Session later in the evening. And planning means beer. Just to show my gratitude of being invited I brought a bottle of rum, a few cans of coke and a bag of ice from the festival liquor store – and that may have contributed to start the party a bit earlier this day. But hey, if you’re invited as a guest you at least need to show some appreciation. And down it went!
The start of the day were supposed to be a collective effort to inflate hundreds of balloons to the evening event but as most of you know when alcohol goes in, the air goes out. Luckily Camp Vienna practice a system of a two-festival long internship meaning that camp youngsters Jonas and Lennard – best t-shirt of the day by the way – did the job with joy and unexpected frenzy until the rum made its imprint on their ballon-inflating capacity. You could think that the middle aged members of the camp would’ve made an effort and help the lads on their massive undertaking but when the neighboring camp played ABBA “you just need to get your dancing queen out and dance”.
And for some reason Germans always get back to football. Although Sweden made German footballers miserable in general in FIFA World Cup there is always someone lecturing me about the heydays of German football in 1970s. At the Fuck the Pullis! Blockparty it was all about Rummenigge, yesterday Kaiser Franz. I really don’t understand; we’re at a music festival, keep football out of it! By the way, Sweden plays the round of sixteen against Switzerland today – yeah, Americans don’t know the difference between the countries and will probably think it’s two teams from the same country – and I might watch it from a distance. Where is the German team? Didn’t you make it through the group stage?
While the lads were absored by their chores and older crew members discussed football in the seventies, the Camp Wolfpack crew ended up in an outrageous competition with the camp neighbors, you know that kind of competition where it’s clear that the only way you can beat someone in their early twenties is if you literally sit on them. I still feel sorry for that young lady ending up under Chris butt. Hopefully she has a good insurance. Dave on the other hand ran around as a teenager on his first Roskilde Festival, probably with the result that he need to seek medical assistance when the festival is over. And you wonder why he recently broke his arm?
Meanwhile camp general Olaf relieved the lads from their duties to learn them a few chords on the guitar and to tell the story about the special Camp-CD (see below) before everyone joined in and thought it would be good to celebrate yet another German football player with nothing less but a disgraceful dance. Hopefully Lukas Podolski has the copyright to both the song and the dance, in that case he should be a billionaire today (he was frequently celebrated with this kind of dance among German camps and must be some sort of national football hero).
At this point I didn’t think nobody would make it to the Jam Session in the evening but I was wrong, completely wrong. When you think they’ve peaked, they find the special German-American diesel fumed seventh gear and took the evening to another level. People came running from all over the camp and according to Mario “there must have been somewhere around 5 000 people there” in a pavilion that at most can fit in thirty normal-sized people in their fourties or seventy-two teenagers.
For a few minutes I thought the pavilion would break into pieces and when the best band of the night entered the stage and started to play the editor’s rib-breaking fave song “Killing In The Name Of” by Rage Against The Machine (yeah, Roskilde Festival 2016 ended up with three broken ribs because of this song), with Chris and Lennard head-banging themselves to a whiplash injury, the security staff almost called in the local fire department.
Messed!Up however needed to leave the party to interview Pale Honey and do what they are intended to do – to watch concerts. However, we were told that the Jam Session didn’t stop; when everyone thought it was over the After Jam Session started – basically the same thing but you need a reason for open beers, don’t you?
A Camp Vienna United summary
Gothenburg based Pale Honey caught our attention already with their self-titled debut album in 2015, and Messed!Up finally got an opportunity to sit down with Nelly and Tuva to chat about their rather successful story and how it is to play the Roskilde Festival for the first time but certainly not the last. But you will have to wait to read about it for a few weeks.
First concert of the day was Rome Is Not A Town that Messed!Up interviewed in Hamburg a few weeks ago. The Hamburg show was and impressive performance but nothing compared to their Roskilde show. Their shogaze inspired tunes with punk attitude on stage works out great in the afternoon and more an more people joined the crowd to take part of an amazing rock explosion on stage. Signed by the same label as Refused with an attitude similar to Dennis Lyxzén’s, the major break must be around the corner. There’s no reason for why it won’t happen during this year already.
Pale Honey made their entry on stage as the closing band – and what a crowd they managed to get there! Sure, I know they’ve got some really good reviews in magazines as Consequence of Sound and Clash but didn’t know they were this popular. Unfortunately I couldn’t see the full concert due to work but those four songs I managed to see promise something extra for the future. Is this the next major Gothenburg music export?
Today Camp Vienna United will host a magician event with camp members JoMo. At 15.00 you can come to their pavilion and watch JoMo’s tricks and probably get a few free beers and Vodka Ahoi’s – be there!
Messed!Up daily gig recommendations:
Camp Vienna United’s camp CD description: The story of its creation (you must come to the camp to listen to it)
The sampling Camp-CD is a very important and complex thing. The whole year you are collecting Ideas, observing the dancefloor on good party’s, observing it on bad party’s, visiting concerts, examining Spotify lists etc. When you start to create the Camp-CD, nothing of this is still present. Your head is just empty. You hope to find some notes in some files on your Computer or mobile phone, but there is nothing, beside some strange notes: Important for Camp-CD Only Hits, No maybe’s, just all time favorites. Think of the best guitar riffs. Born Slippy!… no, no Born Slippy!
Then when time pressure starts to hurt, you begin with the first easy songs. Some from previous playlists, some must have’s, some evergreen’s. When pressure gets really hard, because you have to leave for the camp in six hours, and you want to have at least three hours of sleep before the sleepless week of the year, slowly the ideas in your head arise. When you have the opener and the first three songs (the fourth is reserved for “Easy” every time) then you are in the flow. Five hours later you have six hours of music and your head is full of ideas for more. You don’t go to bed anymore, but when the Camp-CD is played you are emotionally connected to every song played.