Meadow Was the Music Festival We Needed

Words and photos by Xavier Davies

Meadow is not your run of the mill, hot and dusty summertime music festival.

Victoria’s climate in April usually calls for beanies, jackets and covered ankles, so come prepared friends! With temps in the range of ‘almost warm’ to ‘shut the front door, freezing fucking cold’ at night, it’s perfect for some socially distanced Bambra Bowl dancing, and that’s exactly what makes Meadow such a unique and beautiful festival.

Despite the temp hovering at the lower end of the thermometer at times, one pair of bare feet were sighted.

Located 90 minutes from Melbourne in the Otway hinterlands, bordering picturesque Gulidjan, Gadabanud and Wadawurrung country, Meadow boasts intimate performances and no overlapping set times, allowing you to get up close and personal (at a covid safe distance of 1.5 metres) to the artists, with the single-stage lovingly set among a bushy backdrop. It’s a bring your own booze—in every iteration of beverage cooling receptacle, including briefcases kitted out as goon cask holders—situation, with crowds capped at 1000 to help ensure the event could operate under current regulations.

Have vibes at music festivals changed forever? If Meadow’s anything to go by, it could very well be the case: Everyone was happy to be here, no pushing or shoving, people looking out for one another, lots of pleases and thank you’s… what a welcome return to camping festivals.

‘Go your hardest’ – Crowd participation encouraged.
Dancing in the rain followed by rainbows over rolling hills.
Jazz crooners Surprise Chef.
Lots of love for Angie McMahon.
The first of the kings on the Meadow lineup, King Stingray, bringing Arnhem land to the fresh Otway air.
Queen Emma Volard went off.
Mad dogs Private Function destroyed. Frontman Chris Penney took control of the Bambra Bowl and went for tacos mid-set via an inspired crowd walk. I’d highly recommend getting some of their ironic pub punk into your ears.
Headliners King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard with some hard-hitting psychedelia.


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