Sydney Soundwave 2010

Every year I say the same thing. "I am never coming back to this piece of shit"
And every year i'm persudaed by an incredible line-up.
But enough is enough. I've fucking had it.

Where do I begin?
Lets start with the parking. Three car-parks and one exit. HELLO. If you did what we did and parked on the highway you were greeted with a 50 minute walk in 40 degree burning Western Sydney heat. Sick.
After the amazing walk while quietly dying from heat stroke, we were soon to find out that all the water had run out! ACE! Undeterred and not surprised by the lack of organisational skills demonstrated by the festival organisers we hi-tailed to one of the Long Bay esque style bars dotted around the site in the search of liquid, only to be told "The bar is closed, piss off"

Awesome! Nothing to eat and now nothing to drink! After waiting impatiently and almost getting the boot for my kind remarks to the RSA Marshall we're finally all let in. ID check at the entry. ID check at the bar. ID check when you sit down. ID check when you fart. I mean fuck. Honestly. The entire security force looked like they'd been recruited from the food court at Parramatta Westfields.

And after all of this, i'd missed everyone I wanted to see. The first band I get to see isn't until 4:40pm and by that time there's only mid-strength XXXX available. YUCK. Thank god Meshuggah were amazing.
With the sun setting Janes Addiction play quite a tight set, with female dancers and the works. The masses are beginning to form for Faith No More, and just as Janes Addiction wrap up, a piercing ear bleeding pop punk squeal emulates from the main stage.

Jimmy Fucking Eat World. Who's idea was this? Is this supposed to be a joke, because no one is laughing.
Now I never usually rant on about live performances, but I was sure I was witnessing the worst band in the history of music. Abosolutely disgusting. I felt like vomitting diahorrea.

And then the night is saved. Faith No More are here. And after years of thinking i'd never get to see them live, here it is. They didn't diappoint and justified the $150 ticket price (almost).

But then, just as it had begun the day was over. And as a last fuck you by festival organisers, the majority of the festival was squeezed through a door the size of a Kindergarten toilet.

Since its humble beginnings in Sydney Park a few years ago, its strange to witness a festival going backwards in terms of its relationship to its punters. Maybe its a sign of things to come. Maybe forking out $150 during the GFC isn't anough to earn a bit of respect. Maybe this needs to end.

Or maybe the Soundwave organisers need to pull their fucking fingers out of the arse and actually deliever something credible for once. But after four years of the same bullshit, things will never change.