|Bombing around at the Snowbombing festival
||[Apr. 8th, 2010|08:27 am]
Last night as I sat at an outside table of a bustling restaurant on the sloping main street of Mayrhofen,a small skiing village in the spiky Austrian Alps, blokes dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz whizzed unsteadily passed on roller skates at intervals, tottering and yelling as they sped by and grabbing onto their mates, who were dressed invariably as cows, Spider Man, Gordon Brown or Osama Bin Laden.
This is day three of the Snowbombing festival, a combination of top notch indie bands, booze, snowboarding and Brits which has taken over this sleepy and picturesque place for five days annually for the last 11 years. This unusual take on a music festival is free of the usual mud, tents and hippies particular to Glastonbury and such like. The clientèle are basically die hard winter sports nuts who fancy bombing (literally) down black runs after a few pints and (wince) in the nude.
It is T-shirt weather in the luxurious resort and you have to climb pretty high to see any snow, which is fortunate for the scantily clad revellers who enjoyed watching bands including The Editors, Doves and The Whip at the Racket Club last night, a giant tent decked out with Christmas trees to resemble Narnia.
I'm here courtesy of Sony Bloggie, which is sponsoring the festival. I'll be interviewing bands, uploading embarrassing snaps of my attempts to ski (I'm a total beginner) and posting exclusive footage from on tour with the Cuban Brothers. Tonight I'm going to the Arctic Disco, an intimate series of gigs at an ice hotel up in the mountains, and I'll be chatting to Fatboy Slim. So watch this space...