Fidelity Festival was a well baked celebration with so much to share. From beginning to end, once I got a taste of Fidelity on my plate, there was no questioning of my loyal return for next year’s delicious event. So, what is the recipe for a Fidelity Festival? Well, you will need the right utensils, ingredients and of course, an enthusiastic summer crowd to indulge in a frenzied feast of seasonal beats.
Like every other creation, Fidelity Fest needed a few tools to mix their ingredients. You will need to acquire 20 buses, these can vary from rickety school transport vehicles that struggle and putt up the mountain, to flash futuristic people movers with air conditioning. Tickets will set your most important feature back $30, but this is a great way to ensure they are well prepared, marinated, cooked thoroughly and returned safely to the table.
Once you have your people delivered, sort them out at the front entrance, you will want to separate your V.I.P’s from the public so they don’t spoil too quickly. After sifting the crowd into your stadium, they will blend well with an accessible, refreshingly long bar, merch stalls, and selection of food stands. Be sure to stock up on friendly, patient bartenders, sunscreen, security and paramedics because your fresh party goers will be baking in the sun at 36 degrees for three hours. Remember to ration shade minimally, think of it as saffron, it’s expensive and too much will take the other flavours away.
At this point it’s time to introduce our bands that were prepared earlier. Begin with a dash of the politically active hip-hop of Ziggy Ramo, by grabbing the fresh, chilled bottle of Australian equality, love and positivity that everyone keeps deep under the ice of their festival eskies. Moments later, the crowd will start heading down the limestone steps, setting the mood well before the sun can. For those looking for home grown, organic hip-hop, here’s one of those samples you get from the shops.
Once the simmered and seasoned swarm of festive folks are warmed up, it’s time to chuck in some rock. Not hard rock, that’d be inedible at this time of day, let’s go for some mellow candy rock from Warpaint. These funky female artists fill the event with sweet on the outside, sour on the inside vocals, strings and percussions that pop on the tip of your taste buds after contact. Best partnered with a refreshing cider, this band can really kick off but won’t tire you out or fill your belly for later courses.
You will need to pay careful attention for the next step, grab a notepad, pen and some measuring scales because this mix of poetry, storytelling, politics and rap is a hard fusion to simply estimate. Noname performed a platter of songs from her album Telephone, then played games with the audience as well as some colab hits without Chance The Rapper or Mick Jenkins. These savory songs smelt a little off but were all in good taste. If Noname’s lyricism and character were the piece of avocado I had accidently dropped on the floor, I’d pick that up and consume it quicker than a school kid finding a new meme.
The next ingredient, you could take or leave, it’s not really that important. Cashmere Cat was a health and safety issue in this kitchen of collaboration; sure, he played songs that I liked but three of them were just Kanye West’s The Life of Pablo tracks. Call me old but I’d rather chew on a minty than a reused bubblegum wrapper. That being said, the crowd indulged in some remixed R&B and Skrillex like beeps and boops through to sunset. If Cashmere Cat were a part of a cake, he would be the candles; smoke, lights, singing and then removed for the real treat.
The Shins were a great side dish in this lavish lineup. Recommended to be shared with friends, these American indie folk rockers are fluent in a few fragrant flavours. From soulful southern smoked barbeque acoustics to rustic rock that re-invents what you thought was a responsible palate. The spicy snares, electric riffs and angelic hipster singing won’t kick in until your guests are deep into their third serving. However, once those herbs are blowing through the warm breeze, catching a whiff of what these guys are cooking up later will persuade even the pickiest patrons.
Now this is where the recipe gets a little weird, I’m talking cold spaghetti tacos and jellybeans weird. Future Islands is a mix of 80’s synth pop, Ramstein and random, unnecessary screamo. The lead singer sounds like he had a mouth full of mash potato the entire time and occasionally, he’d pretend to punch the invisible waiter on stage who was clearly frustrated with trying to take this guy’s order. When I asked other customers whether they enjoyed this meal, they too were very confused with the selected cuisine.
In a beautiful display of finger food for the mind, Alt J‘s selection of tasty alt Rock had the crowd dining on dense bass and euphoria from start to finish. It is at this time your customers have moved onto harder music and even harder liquor, so serve Alt J with your coldest vodka RTD’s, mesmerizing lights and a few napkins to clean up the drool dripping from the horde of hungry gluttons. Alt J absolutely owned the venue and after viewing the main course, I completely understand why this particular delicacy is in such high demand.