[EVENT RECAP] Citadel Festival
On a particularly un-Sunday-like Sunday morning which found me running around selling my bike, collecting tickets from Liverpool Street and then making my way to Victoria Park, I could not have been more pleased to arrive at Citadel Festival to discover minimal chaos and lines, and a lineup that was perfectly suited to a wind-down from a manic weekend.
I barely made it for Steve Gunn's set but caught the tail end of a soothing, guitar-filled taste of what the rest of the afternoon would bring. Everything at this festival seemed to be set up for ease of use, and the set times allowed us to drift between stages without having to worry about missing anything. A stark comparison to the commotion of Lovebox the day before.
Meeting up with friends, we meandered over to see Rhodes on the Communion stage. Shortly after, the brass section of Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats was a southern-American style of energy that made us question his Colorado origins. Back on the main stage Anna Calvi was all red lipstick and broods, with her backing orchestra giving her the air of a female Nick Cave.
It had been a while since I'd seen Dan Croll and his band of dapper young gentlemen, but his brand of British indie pop was very well received in the afternoon sun, kind of like a sweet ice cream on a hot day. Kurt Vile & The Violators serenaded us in his slacker Sunday drawl as we queued for pizza, and we swayed dreamily to tracks off Waking On a Pretty Daze in the afternoon sunshine.
Leon Bridges was a clear highlight, backed by Austin and Joshua of White Denim, who couldn't wipe the grins from their faces the entire set. The band left the stage as Bridges performed a soulful solo rendition of "River" that plucked at the heartstrings as he plucked at his red guitar.
We drifted back to the main stage in time to witness Bombay Bicycle Club release bursts of colourful streamers in to the air, and as they played hits old and new, we were sucked in to nostalgia as the golden hour approached.
Ben Howard took to the stage just as the sun was beginning to disappear from the sky, and his soothing set was enough of a lullaby to carry us all from the park back home to our fluffy pillows peacefully.