Jon Wright looks ahead to Pohoda Festival 2011 with a full preview.
Last year, a line-up that shamed a good many of our own larger festivals, made Pohoda one of the summer’s hot euro tickets. With Deus, Pulp, Portishead, Moby, Madness, M.I.A. and Santigold this time around they are continuing their finely-tuned blend of international talent and regional flavour.
Taking place in Trencin Airport, about an hour from the capital Bratislava, Pohoda has become the predominant event on the Slovak summer calendar. With an impressive roster, both international and regional and a Glastonbury-like dedication to the full spread of the performing arts, Pohoda looks ‘príliš dobré necha? ujs?. Now brush up on your Slovak and see you there.
Five not to miss:
You can say they are past it, you can say that Suggs’ recent dalliances with fish fingers and beer companies make them look a little dumb but we won’t listen. VF defies anyone not to tip their fez, button their polo shirt up all the way and burst a number of blood vessels skanking to the contents of one of the finest English pop-songbooks ever.
Rumours abound about a new album and the first deadline for that (end of 2010) has passed. A series of European live dates and curator-ship of ATP could see the band road-test new material and that makes attendance at any one of the dates irresistible – they’ve been away too long.
Public Image Limited
Thank the god’s of dairy produce for the reunion of one of the finest post-punk bands ever. John Lydons antics, whatever you think of the man himself, will guarantee a charged atmosphere. Their back catalogue, which just gets better with age, means they’ve got the tunes to back up the sneer.
Eight cellists, loudly hammering out the works of Arvo Part, Wagner and Bach to a stadium full of people as the sun comes up, we wouldn’t miss it for the world. Leader Jozef Lupek and his cello troops have become a Pohoda institution since 2007 so it would be rude not too.
Songs that expose the soft, nostalgic underbelly of British culture shouldn’t really be anthemic stadium-filling fodder, but Pulp’s rousing festival set’s of yesterday remain a benchmark for sing-alongers everywhere. Expect the common people of Slovakia to go nuts for the hits.