Lovebox is the ultimate London festival. Three days of music, fun and frolics in Victoria Park.
Thanks to TFL’s unkind timing with engineering works, the Central Line was down all weekend, making the journey to the Mile End destination rather more challenging. Getting home on Saturday almost ruined the experience for me, and after falling asleep on the District Line home, I debated cancelling my return trip on Sunday. But the infectious programming of Chic, Lana Del Rey and Chaka Khan was too appealing to resist and I am so glad I went back for round two.
This year Lovebox celebrates its 10th Birthday, with a line-up of eccentric and classic artists, old and new, bold hip and cool. The ever evolving London street style was very much evident in the grounds of Victoria Park: Doc Martens, dip dye hair and neon brights all trending very obviously. Many chose to don their own creations and elaborate specially arranged outfits, that I tried to sneakily photograph as much as possible (see the album here). There was a real feeling of ‘anything goes’ with everyone having a good time and openly expressing themselves.
The great thing about day festivals, is a different group attends each day depending on the line-up. Each day the guests arrive fresh faced and raring to go… having enjoyed proper showers and clean sweet smelling toilets in the comfort of their own homes! I didn’t go on Friday… as dance music isn’t so much my scene, but I had a ball on Saturday and Sunday… enjoying the entertainment, food and jolly atmosphere to the max.
Saturday saw a more mainstream troupe and it was definitely the busiest day. With Friendly Fires topping the bill, the fans were a mix of all ages, united in their love of good music. The weather was uncharacteristically unsummery however, with an offensively harsh wind and chill in the air. The Love-boxers didn’t let this deter them, dancing and singing with more gusto than ever.
I was glad to be finally getting the chance to see Emeli Sande, a characterful girl with a truly sensational voice. She sung through some of her new album, energising the crowd and satisfying us with familiar tracks. I was sad not to hear ‘Easier in Bed’ – a beautifully gloomy acoustic song top of my ipod playlist.
Groove Armada were my Saturday highlight. Bursting onto the stage with energy and charisma, they stunned the crowd with hit after hit and got everyone dancing. Friendly Fires were good too, and looked spectacular thanks to brilliant lighting. From up on the shoulders of a friend, the performance looked amazing. I was shocked to discover how much I enjoyed the House band Booka Shade on the Second Stage. This groovy German duo create contagious beats and twisted tunes which seem to really excite the listeners.
Sunday welcomed a more specialist crowd of disco lovers and 80s divas. It was a relaxed and chilled out vibe, unconventional outfits reigned in the fields. The weather had calmed down and it was easier to enjoy the festival without needing to shelter! I ate Hummingbird cupcakes and had my photo taken in the Doc Marten booth – the perfect afternoon! The old school bands received an enthusiatic retro reception; Chic and Chaka Khan both belting out their famous songs. To hear ‘Freak Out’ and ‘I’m Every Woman’ live was incredibly exciting. Chic are an enormous band: the crew on stage and more and more musicians came to join the party. Shaka Khan has a killer voice and vocally stole the show… filling the stage and field with her sparkling presence and attitude.
Lana del Rey’s performance live is a controversial topic and I was hoping the rumours weren’t true. I was disheartened to witness a set that was dull and damp. Her voice is good enough, but shatters the illusion of the cd. She barely moved from the spot, and didn’t smile, dance or offer any rapport with the audience… for someone with such a captivating look and sound she was totally average. I have to admit though seeing an overnight icon like Lana so close up was exciting, hopefully her set at Latitude will be more spirited. Unfortunately I missed Grace Jones, the final act of the night, needing to get home and avoid a horrific journey like the previous night. It was the right decision as I left on a high, still reeling from the Lovebox party.
























