
The Retreat Festival and its organisers do not like to be called twee. They fucking well are though - you can't have tea and toast advertised on your posters and decorate a hall with bunting and then complain about being called twee, can you? Then again, the same festival featured mental drummers, garage rock two-pieces, ear-splitting guitar solos, and the frontman of the headline band being sick through his stage mask. So not all that twee, exactly. In fact, that's probably what I like best about Retreat: yes it's twee, in a sense, but it would be just [...]