Princess Nokia 1992 Deluxe Zip
Princess Nokia 1992 Deluxe Zip
Princess Nokia 1992 Zip Download
Princess Nokia 1992 Download Zip
Princess Nokia 1992 Zip Download
Princess Nokia 1992 Zip

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Fever Ray - photo by Keira Cullinane

We all love a David and Goliath story. This year, Field Day (aka David) relocated to Brockwell Park after festival behemoth AEG (Goliath) steamed in with its massive wallet and took over Victoria Park, which had been Field Day’s home for the past decade. So Hackney got All Points East last weekend, with Nick Cave (yay!) and Björk (yaroo!) but also (apparently) a pretty clunky corporate vibe and a stall offering temporary tattoos advertising the event’s sponsors. Aieesh. Meanwhile Field Day spent untold hours negotiating with local council officers and massive logistics spreadsheets, and found a new, smaller home in Brixton.

Field Day is a bit too big and successful to really be the underdog in this story, but they did come out victorious last week after a few worrying months. They didn’t have the option of throwing whopping piles of cash at massive names, so they put together a juicy, exciting and thoughtful lineup: Fever Ray and Erykah Badu were the big, and brilliant, headliners but the real winning move was to dig right into two of the richest, ripest music networks in the UK. On Friday afternoon you could zip between Nubya Garcia, Sons Of Kemet, Zara McFarlane and Ezra Collective, across three of the four main stages, and revel in the joys brought to us by London’s current sprawling and magnificent jazz scene. On Saturday, it was the turn of the cosmic rave squadron - from James Holden to Daphni to Floating Points to Four Tet - to give a sense of a common thread, a community, running through the day. I began mid-afternoon by allowing Daphni’s set - Thelma Houston! UKG! Italo piano! - to reactivate the MDMA which I like to believe is forever stored in my spine, and ended with a sublime high during Four Tet’s closing set. The curfew was strict - it was all over at 10:30 sharp, both nights - and more worryingly there was overcrowding in the Barn tent just as Four Tet started. His set had to be delayed and shortened as a result, but the festival managed the crowd, took the risk seriously, and brought it back to mass pleasure.

Other less important aspects of Field Day remain hard to love - mainly the ‘village green’ where you are invited to do some welly wanging while admiring the bunting - but this change of scene suits them. Sunshine, a greener smaller space, a noticeable drop in the number of east London wankers (I say that as a veteran east London wanker), lovely professional staff and some of the best arepas I’ve ever eaten. And ace music: more of that below, from our team of intrepid festival reporters: Tej Adeleye, Thilini Gunaratna, Alice Kemp-Habib, Tara Joshi and Adam Quarshie. All photos by the excellent Keira Cullinane. (Anna Wood)

IAMDDB
“If you know the words, sing along. If you don’t, you fucking should, bitch.” This kind of amusingly unabashed, hip-hop-esque bravado permeates the set of rising Mancunian star, Diana Debrito, aka IAMDDB (a name which she repeatedly sings in trademark melismatic tags throughout). She teasingly opens the performance by singing from offstage, before the heaving tent shouts back almost all the words to a set largely taken from her dark and swirling Hoodrich Vol 3 tape (which boasts a potent infusion of soul, trap and “urban jazz”). There’s something collected and cool about her lithe, strutting presence - even when the crowd is going wild for the reload of her biggest track ‘Shade’ relatively early on, she tells us she has reconsidered “going slow and saving it for last”. The fierce veneer cracks a little when she happily admits to not expecting this kind of reception outside her home city – but she shouldn’t be surprised: the ‘rising’ label feels defunct at this point, and her star power feels so much more tangible live than it does recorded. If IAMDDB acts like she’s made it, it’s because - frankly - she has. (TJ)

Loyle Carner
A persian rug, a ragged armchair and a shelf packed full of vinyl: when Loyle Carner swaggers on stage he is immediately at home. He fills every inch of the space with energy and the stage pulsates with his signature brand of narrative hip-hop. He pauses occasionally to prop one foot up on the speaker and absorb his audience: “I’ve been waiting a long time to play a very big festival in south London.”

Carner’s soft, undulating verses are just about audible over the throbbing bass, and his boyish delight is infectious; between guest appearances from friends and collaborators and gushing declarations of love for his mum, you can tell he’s just happy to be here. (AKH)

Princess Nokia - photo by Keira Cullinane

Princess Nokia
Princess Nokia gives no fucks. This much is clear when mid-set the New York rapper does a full cover of Blink-182’s ‘I Miss You’, singing earnestly while a fairly mass exodus takes place – sure, all the 1992 stans are happy she got to do her emo thing on latest tape A Girl Cried Red, but they still seem to unanimously feel it’s not for them. It’s a shame they don't stick around, because there’s no denying the boisterous, fiery energy of Princess Nokia’s performance, opening with ‘Brujas’ into ‘Kitana’ into ‘Tomboy’ (a bold trio of her biggest certified rap singles). Toying with everything from cuts of Solange to Sum 41’s ‘Fat Lip’ while she twerks and gives dem a run, Princess Nokia is doing exactly what she loves, and - whether it’s for you or not, it’s a joy to see. (TJ)

Lee Fields & The Expressions
“DO YOU HAVE A SOUL?” It’s one of Lee Fields’ favourite questions. To be fair, if you’d been cajoling mankind to walk right since the days of the Vietnam war, it’d probably be one of your small talk go-to lines, too. For their rollicking set, Fields - all in white save his shimmering silver jacket - and his band turn their sweltering tent into a gathering that is part love shack and part megachurch watchtower night. Standout moment? Fans of all ages (and at various stages of peak drunk) with their hands in the air, repeating after Fields,: ‘Waaaaalk that walk that walk!!!” (TA)

Sudan Archives
Brittney Parks, better known as Sudan Archives, appears suddenly, dressed in day-glo orange with a pair of huge gold earrings dangling beneath her magnificent afro. She struts back and forth across the stage for several minutes, plucking at her electric violin, and the rhythms soon merge with the crackling percussion samples that flicker playfully in and out of her set.

Though she faces the crowd alone, her energy fills every corner of the tent. She has something of a mischievous streak: she plays well-known songs from her eponymous debut, including ‘Come Meh Way’ and ‘Nont for Sale’, but they morph into each other or suddenly switch direction. She manipulates samples of East African-inspired strings which then disappear into a haze of distortion while her sumptuous vocals take over. This, combined with her unique and refreshing technique on the violin, makes it an unpredictable, slightly weird and wholly engrossing performance. (AQ)

Thundercat - photo by Keira Cullinane

Princess Nokia 1992 Deluxe Zip

Thundercat
“I love Tokyo so much, I tried to fuck it,” Stephen Bruner tells the stoned crowd. His quixotic mix of devastating honesty and ethereal humour lingers in the air as he delivers a stripped-back rendition of ‘Tokyo’. It transpires that the dark adventures in the city described on record - the overdosing on fish, the nearly pregnancy, the suicide forest – actually bloody happened. He visited the city when he was around “17 or 18”, in the company of soul titan Leon Ware, no less.

When he isn’t sharing anecdotes with us, his back is to the crowd and Bruner is lost in a spaced-out sonic conversation with his band, all three hell b

Princess Nokia 1992 Zip