Don’t Smile at the Falls Festival (Just Run)
If the timeline of human morality can be evoked by the image of a carnival roller-coaster, certain times being highs fuelled by idealism and hope, others being lows reeking of human misery, we’re at that part where we’re buying heroin behind the ticket-booth from the seedy middle-aged carny who keeps asking us if we have a sister in primary school.
There’s no need to pretend there is reason for much hope in the era we currently inhabit, and pressuring ourselves towards mindless optimism in the midst of a living hell is how you end up in a cult.
So rather than go the cult route, why not accept reality as it is and instead of smiling through the pain, blast music so deafeningly loud that you are physically and mentally incapable of processing any conscious or subconscious emotion?
Enter: The Falls Festival.
Every summer since 1993, The Falls Music & Arts Festival has been at the forefront of the east coast Australian festival scene, defining the real difference between a mere music festival and a true festival experience. Capturing the essence of the Australian summer spirit, Falls embraces diversity, sustainability and community within a contemporary music event like no other. Transcending the common festival model, taking the time to curate a sophisticated experience that properly respects and honours time, people and place.
Featuring: Halsey, Vampire Weekend, Disclosure, Peking Duk, Of Monsters and Men, Pnau, Lewis Capaldi, Milky Chance, John Farnham, Banks, Dope Lemon, Vera Blue, Yung Blud, G Flip, Crooked Colour, Parcels, Thelma Plum, #1 Dads, Waax, Baker Boy, Psychedelic Porn Crumpets, Amyl & The Sniffers, The Japanese House, Pink $weats, Cxloe, Totty and many more.
Go on. It’s almost 2020. You’re not a child anymore. Accept the fall.
Update: The event has been cancelled one day into its run. It seems the carny selling heroin spiked it with glass shavings. And they weren’t carbon neutral.