June 16 2012, Spindle Magazine

Queen of Hoxton, 4th June.

Grab a boob. Go on, grab two. It’s ok. In fact, it’s good. Because this is Festifeel and breasts are the order of the day.

For one day only, Coppafeel!, the charity dedicated to raising awareness about breast cancer in young people, men and women alike, descended on the Queen of Hoxton to spread the word and make sure everyone in attendance copped a feel. Think nippled beanbags, informative posters and a line up that brought the likes of Slow Club, Kyla La Grange and Chew Lips. We nipped along to enjoy the fun.

Now in its third year, Festifeel was a sold out event, with Londoners ditching the Jubilee in favour of the boobie. While the ground floor largely saw DJs presiding over the decks, the rooftop terrace was the province of a troupe of acoustic acts, possibly due to the ban on any mics and amps, thanks to one complaining neighbour. The crowd more than made up for that though, shouting, applauding and stomping along as the compere for the day utilised a loudspeaker and delivered some of the important fact, figures and sta-tit-stics. The charming Jennifer Left’s blues-folk performance was only mildly hindered by the muted vocals, while later that day, Newton Faulkner saw no hindrance as he played to a roof so packed that you were at risk of getting pushed off the edge.

However, it was the basement that was the place we went to base ourselves and not just because of the rain increasingly putting a damper on things (if only in the literal sense) upstairs. We arrived to see a rousing performance from Dog Is Dead, manfully battling through guitar malfunctions to play crowd favourite Young.  For us, the girls had it though, as he wraithlike chants of bare-footed Kyla La Grange enraptured her audience, while Slow Club finished our evening on a high note.  Opening with Where I’m Waking, the duo performed with the same infectious energy they’re known for. Though their live band has expanded since we last saw them and gone are the household accoutrements that made up the percussion section, their jubilant indie pop performance wanted for nothing, with the onstage charisma of Rebecca and Charles making the night.  Despite spending much of the set behind a guitar, Rebecca ended up on drums once again, for a fizzing rendition of Two Cousins.

A great atmosphere, eclectic line up and a bloody worthy cause, Festifeel was once again a success. And remember: keep abreast of your breasts.