Here we, here we, here we fucking go

A friendly pro-EU activist from Edinburgh had decided to donate two tickets to Glasgow’s Coloursfest for YEM so that we could hand out Bollocks to Brexit stickers there. I gladly accepted the offer before properly finding out about what the festival was, and when I did, I was pleased to find that it was a dance music festival, particularly for hardstyle and trance. Caitlin had said yes to going before she heard about the nature of the festival, and about the fact that it took place from 5pm to 4am.

There was difficulty finding anyone else but me who would be both in Scotland and happy to be subjected to hours of what, in T-J’s words, sounds like “heavy industrial machinery operating in the background”. In the end, Caitlin grudgingly said yes. Road trip to Glasgow!

Confetti rain in Braehead Arena at Coloursfest 2018
Confetti rain at the main arena.

However, what hadn’t been checked beforehand was permissions for campaigning at the festival premises. Caitlin and I were very quickly told that the festival “is no place for political campaigning”, and were threatened with being kicked out. We left the campaign materials in the cloakroom and, as Caitlin wanted to stay far from the music, went to sit by the river.

Caitlin left at 9pm, so there still was a good seven hours left for me to rave around. I had been wanting to go to a proper party like this for a while – when you go out with classmates, you never end up in a place that plays this kind of music. In light of that, the festival was definitely worth seeing. In fact, it was the first real festival I had been to. Owing to my lack of dedication to staying updated about music news, the lineup wasn’t overly familiar to me, apart from the names of some of the artists, like Giuseppe Ottaviani (who for me was the main thing), Timmy Trumpet and Showtek. The music was enjoyable though, and that’s the main thing I suppose!

Giuseppe Ottaviani at Coloursfest 2018
Giuseppe Ottaviani playing in the trance tent.

The light and flame shows in the main arena were nice, although I mostly preferred the tents which played slightly more underground tunes. Perhaps in the tents the focus was more on the music than on the DJ making the audience chant “here we, here we, here we fucking go” to exhaustion. My favourite thing was the middle-aged true fans who had come to listen to their favourite artists and meet fellow trance geeks. The least favourite thing probably was when a shoe someone had thrown in the air arched right into the side of my neck, but I fortunately wasn’t left bruised.

After the festival finished and I took the bus to the city centre, I had to find somewhere to charge my phone that had died at 3:30am. I ended up politely asking the Grand Central Hotel if I could stop by there to charge for a bit, and they said yes. I wonder if that would have been the case if I had been wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, like many at the festival did. At 7am, I got back to Edinburgh on the Megabus, with my ears still buzzing.

By the way, today I learned that apparently the “here we, here we, here we fucking go” chant (which suspiciously sounds like lad culture to me) is specifically Scottish, rather than being a UK-wide thing. The more you know!

Lights at the main arena of Coloursfest 2018

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