Lincolnshire. Famous for its sausages and cathedral, it’s a county that isn’t quite at the forefront of a music lover’s mind. That is, until August bank holiday weekend, when a few thousand make an annual pilgrimage to its remote woodlands. Lost Village is at the vanguard of the UK’s small festival scene, merging its natural surroundings with leading culinary experiences, noteworthy comedy, topical electronic music debates and an intriguing performance narrative.
Melding indie with disco, electronica and ambient, its line-up isn’t bad either. With performances from, among others, Bicep, Hunee, Little Dragon, Peggy Gou and David August, it is a festival that caters for a wide audience. But it is often those artists you stumble across accidentally that make festivals what they are, delivering spontaneous sensory experiences that live long in the memory. Ahead of what is quite literally, a trip, here are five artists that will serve up the audio goodies…
Raw and unfiltered, Detroit’s Omar S possesses a rare commodity in today’s music industry, consistency. He is as a DJ that delivers, drawing on a vast musical knowledge to throw down eclectic house jams that see crowds overcome with Shazam fever. As with any Detroit native, S isn’t afraid of meandering from house into the darker shadows of techno – via an acidic pit-stop, of course – so if a journey through the minds of one of electronic music’s most respected artists is just what you’re after, then make sure to catch Omar S bringing some Detroit heat to Norton Disney.
An NTS resident since 2013, Iqbal hosts a bi-weekly show that draws on her vast knowledge of African music, all shaped by her studies at SOAS and time spent studying South African history for a Masters of Philosophy from Cambridge. In other words, there are few others so well-versed in musical eclecticism. From the sounds of the sitar to the bass line of a jungle dub track, Iqbal’s sets are always unique and will take you on a journey to some of the world’s most underrated production hubs. It’s two for one with Nabihah, you get one hell of a cultural education along with a damn good time.
Where to start with this one? Enigmatic is probably a good bet. Inspired by seapunk in his earlier years – I encourage you to Google it – Tumor has very much gone ‘off-piste’ with his sound and approach to performing. It’s all to the listener’s gain. A maverick in his own right, you really can’t pigeon-hole his sound, because I’m not even sure he quite knows what he produces. Creating robust soundscapes, Tumor weaves patchworks of sounds that are usually – usually – at odds with one another. Yet Yves makes it work.
It is not just his productions that resonate either; in his lyricism everyone will be able to find something that is painfully profound, a talent that is thrusting him into the vanguard of millennial popular culture. Plus, his outfits are quite something.
Following a barnstorming Saturday night residency in London’s Phonox club in 2018 – a year typified by producing the Essential Mix of the Year, the Aussie with the cap has become one of electronic music’s strongest performers. Her 2018 set alongside Daniel Avery will live long in the memory for returning Lost Villagers, but it is her individual astuteness behind the decks that is the money-ticket. At one with a heavy bassline, yet intricate with introducing world music, HAAI has the rare ability to get inside your head and read your mood; or maybe she’s just shit hot at her job. Either way, the woods will be one lively place with HAAI at the helm.
A true legend in his own right, Mr. Wilson needs little introduction and is a part of the Lincolnshire woodland furniture, having been a mainstay at Lost Village for the past few years. The re-edits mogul is a festival promoter’s dream, separating dancefloors from reality with a comprehensive library of groove and soul edits. The former Hacienda resident is tailor-made for sunshine, and if that fails, his selections will make you forget it’s even raining.
Lost Village takes place August 22-25.
More info and tickets here.
Words: Samuel Asquith