Sunrise Festival Review

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With the sun shining and the wind in our hair we headed of to Sunrise festival in Frome, to see what yet another UK festival had to offer.

On arrival you could tell that it was small, gentle and slightly disorganised, but with our paper wristbands attached to our wrists, we headed around the back to the main stage. I use the word main stage loosely as it was tiny but certainly doing the trick as the festival was well underway.


Daddy Nature took to the decks to set the theme of the evening easing the sun down with the perfect blend of reggae both old and new. As dusk fell it was time to investigate the rest of the festival, 15 minutes passed and we had seen all that Sunrise had to offer, 2 fields 3 music areas, 2 of which weren’t playing music, but the night was still young.

There was a spiritual aspect with the concept of healing fields recreated to the left of the festival, and with a lot of children packed in the family fate feel was ever present, it was quite charming in its own little way. The visual aspects of the festival had been carefully thought out and it had captured a true festival vibe from the very minimal amount they had to offer.


The Drop, a nine-piece reggae band took to the stage as the crowds gathered, and impressed with a slick performance, it was a small festival but they filled the field.

Next to take to the stage were the formidable Dub Pistols, why they are not international superstars I will never know and they certainly deserve to be a stadium band. They whipped the crowed into a festival frenzy with Rodney P on the mic and Barry Ashworth, as ever, leading the band to yet another brilliant performance.

And then it was over, the festival pack up and the main stage was finished by 11pm. I have read a few online reviews where the neighbors have said they were kept awake by the sounds of the festival, but I have no idea how because you could hear a pin drop at five past 11.

After an hour of drinking at the backstage bar ,which following the theme of the festival was empty, apart from us, and Chris the glass monitor or as she said Trish with a lisp.  Who keep us laughing the whole time; we decided it was best to leave her to the very serious task of glass (and booze) confiscation.


There was a tent playing music but I’m not sure what the general music theme was and I met a comedian who was supposed to go on a 1am but feared for his life if he stopped the music, so I’m pretty sure he backed out gracefully, as there was no sign of him on the stage.

2am came and went and the festival was now completely closed, with not a campfire in site, the temperature dropped to an unbearable low and we opted to huddle around drinking the last of our supplies and hoping the sun would rise.

It was a festival full of potential but missing, the finishing touches to complete the package. Will I go next year? I’m unsure but you never know what’s around the corner and every little festival does seem to have its day in the UK.


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