The Bad Dreems dust bowl.

Our Favourite Moments From Falls Festival in Tassie

Sam Brumby loves his job.


Photos by Sam Brumby

Our resident part-time horse, part-time filmer Sam Brumby has been having a grand old time down in his homeland of Tasmania.

He was meant to be back at work this week, but he’s still patrolling the coast, hunting for waves and texting photos of empty lineups to our designer Jason, in an effort to derail his Photoshop focus.

During Sam’s well-earned break, he managed to do a little ‘work’ and shot this average photo journal from his time at Falls Festival, Marion Bay. Much of his day was spent rolling around in the dirt, shooting photos of bodies in the pit, drinking tins and texting me about how much he loves his job. Hurry home Sam, edits are banking up, we need you back in the storeroom.

Enjoy Sam’s Falls Festival perspective, and give him a follow on Instagram @sambrumby_ so he can remain a music influencer.

I would love to hear the story behind this get-up. Am I out of the loop? Is this something the kids get that I don’t? Mr Spaghetti Man front right and centre. Hit us up on the text line if you know the answer.
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Blowing my nose in the days following this dust bowl was interesting.

I heard recently that getting up on shoulders at festivals is primarily an Australian thing.

Couple too many biccies for ‘Mr Glenorchy Bakery’ here. Poor chap was having a little bit of trouble with security and supposedly wearing his shirt.

Bad Dreems prior to the release of Camp Cope’s amazing T-Shirts which read, “The person wearing this shirt stands against sexual assault and demands a change”, which I heard a large majority of the acts donned for the remainder of the Falls dates, including these lads. Camp Cope did an amazing job of highlighting some of the issues in the music industry right now and encouraged their crowds to help make a change.

When this woman came on stage with a small child it was immediately obvious that it wasn’t part of Angus and Julia’s plan for the day. But unsurprisingly, trying to eject an 18-month-old from a stage isn’t as easy as pushing a teenager into the mosh. The stagehand got there in the end but not until the baby had been put up to the mic, expected to sing the words to “Mango Tree”.

Fanning out to Run The Jewels.

Julia gracing the stage at midday on the second day, charming us all out of our impending hangovers and potentially regrettable decisions from the night before.

Hi Shredability – DZ Deathrays.

The young man in the top right, preparing to dislocate his jaw.

Mid pit strategy meeting. It’s serious business.

These lads sure knew how to put a show on, and those giant inflatable tins had me parched as. Dune Rats on NYE.

Just a simple oyster farmer soaking up a well-deserved break during a Marion Bay sunset after 20 hard earned tins. Doing his best to not think about wading around in the cold waters of Bruny Lagoon the following day. Cheers 2017.

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