We spill the beans on Spilt Milk
Over last weekend, people from all around Australia flocked down to our nation’s capital for the very first Australian festival Spilt Milk, held at Commonwealth Park. Here at IWannaTicket, we are big supporters of festivals big and small, old and new, and big supporters of local music. So we bought our ticket and headed down too. Here’s what we thought.
1.Where were the RFID scanners?
Festivals like Caloundra and WOMAdelaide have got on board of this worldwide trend that makes ticket scanning and festival entry quicker and easier. We arrived at the festival at around 1:30pm along with droves and droves of other keen patrons. We turned the corner and were suddenly stuck in a massive line, that took about 30-45 minutes to get out of. Understandably, we came at a very popular time when the most bigger acts were just starting. But some poor bloke next to us couldn’t take the 31 degree heat, and collapsed of sunstroke before the festival even began! We got in just in time to see Vera Blue perform her last few songs. A major bummer. Learn more about RFID here.
2. Facilities were top-notch
Walking in was incredibly overwhelming, but once we got our bearings, it was quite easy to manoeuvre around the festival. There were sunscreen booths and first aid tents at the front, that were very clearly labelled. Popular eateries Bao Stop and Mary’s both had above-ground podiums with seats and tables, plus there were lots of other food choices. The two stages were a quick five minute walk from each other through the trees. And both stages were well placed in the fields, with good vantage points from many directions. And although the portaloos were all in one place, there was a sufficient amount of them so waiting didn’t take too long. Thank God!
3. H20 and alcohol was in free-flow
There were many bars, which means the lines weren’t too long. Popular choice being Red Bull and Smirnoff Vodka for a mean $12 a pop. However, this is a usual festival price. Bao Stop were selling green apple mojitos and passionfruit caprioskas for the same price. And with all this drinking (and the 31 degree heat) luckily the organisers had supplied lots of water stations, all around the festival. We did catch some thirsty patron, drinking water straight from an esky.
4. Australia has some damn-talented people
It felt like the entire population of Canberra had come out to watch their boy Flume, the final act at the Angove Stage. Peking Duck, two other Canberra locals also brought the stage down, with their typical Grey Goose sipping and hair flipping. Sticky Fingers made Newtown proud, whilst Hermitude gave us some old-school Lion King with a remix of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” Allday rapped while wearing dad jeans. And Client Liaison brought the 80s back to town with a smooth rendition of Off-White Limousine that we won’t be forgetting anytime soon.
5. To get a pizza it took 45 minutes, but a kebab took almost 2 hours
There were many food options, from the much-publicised Bao Stop and Mary’s, to Happy as Larry woodfired pizzas, to Mama Linh’s Vietnamese rolls and Yalla Yalla kebabs. Unfortunately, it seems we decided we were hungry at the same time everyone else did. We didn’t even want to try the Mary’s line, which looked like it would take the entire festival to get a burger. We attempted a pulled pork roll from Mama Linh’s, but were told by some hungry people who had already ordered that this was the “40 Hour Famine”. Another line-waiter told us it took 2 hours to get a kebab from Yalla Yalla, and 45 minutes at Happy as Larry. So, we attempted the more expensive option, and only waited about 20 minutes for the Trifecta from Bao Stop for a crisp $20 note. By that point, they had run out of their very popular Peking Duck fries. A bit disappointing food-wise for Spilt Milk. They definitely need more food options, so that the lines could be smaller.
6. The security and police were the real MVP’s
As the debate over pill-testing and sniffer dogs goes on, it’s time to note that the people working at Spilt Milk were absolute legends. They were stern, but not violent, not condescending and just kept to their job no matter what. To the poor security guard manning the rope connected to the stage throughout the entirety of Flume’s epic gig (which was at the climax of the long festival) and politely telling the many patrons that came over that they couldn’t climb/dance/gyrate on it. This was a real nice change from other guards we have seen in festival’s past. The police calmly walked through the festival, plus were very helpful on the long walk home, guiding the patrons to their many hostels/hostels/rooms/cars/gutters etc.
For an inaugural festival, there were bound to be some misses. But as the old saying goes, there’s no use crying over Spilt Milk, just pick yourself up and try again. To read more about Spilt Milk, click here.