
Around 11.2 miles lie between the heart of Hoxton and Hainault forest, a secluded sect of wooded suburbia, cracked pavements and for one weekend only, splashed eyeliner and smashed scenesters. Expanded on last year's boho boutique knees-up, it's in with the industrial leathers as bemused local pushchair wielders gaze on perplexed as sperm counts diminish and lungs are perpetually battered with a barrage of tar. Musically, times have changed as hardcore hipsters rip the spotlights from the catacombs lingering over the doom pop of The Horrors and London upstarts R O M A N C E and Ulterior under the [...]