As you walk down the cobbles of Bank Street the tones of the opening band
The Sunbeams become clearer. You enter The Hop courtyard and see a healthy
crowd, many already enjoying their first pint of the day. You skip up to
the ticket exchange and receive your wristband from the friendly and welcoming
staff. You get yourself a programme.
As you walk away the exchange staff are dealing with a glum
looking man and his friend; you gather that this year's festival has actually
sold out and the man is being turned away. "I'm glad I had the forethought
to buy my ticket in advance" you think to yourself as you head through to
see the first band of the day.
Upstairs at The Hop and here they are, rock and roll
purists, The Michael Ainsley Band. Pure pop-punk perfection, things could not
kick off in better style.
The band own the stage, the sound is loud and crisp and the passion contagious. They storm through their set like they are playing Wembley Stadium, like they’ll never be allowed to play their instruments ever again. The room fills steadily over the all too short half hour and a huge applause brings the first performance of the day to a close.
The band own the stage, the sound is loud and crisp and the passion contagious. They storm through their set like they are playing Wembley Stadium, like they’ll never be allowed to play their instruments ever again. The room fills steadily over the all too short half hour and a huge applause brings the first performance of the day to a close.
The room begins to steadily empty, each audience members
appetite adequately whet for the day ahead.
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