After driving for what seemed like hours through dirt tracks and dust clouds, Earth Frequency showed up as a metropolis of tents, tarpaulin and camper vans.

Miles from society, and surrounded by forest and mountains on all sides, a feeling of seclusion and nature pervaded. The festival itself was a mix between a glow stone wonderland and a shanty town, attracting folks from all walks of life: old, young, infant; for the music, for the culture, for the good times. The music was a mix of glitch hop, psytrance, dub, reggae and other genres of that ilk, skipping between two ornate stages — one with bamboo gates and spider web wings, the other under a canopy of woven leaves.

Beats five steps ahead of you and a drop to split canyons. Opiuo was a highlight of the festival.

Talpa’s clean cut ‘whum-whum’ ushered in the Sunday morning sun. Good set; shame his heart didn't really seem in it.

Protonica’s relentless 7am bass provided fuel for the hardened, the weary, and the lost at sea.

Spoonbill set the Saturday night on fire. Eclectic and masterful, stringing together samples like some savant seamstress from outer space.

A double mic fault left MC Heinz seriously lacking in swag. Luckily Miss Eliza had it on tap, wooing all with her haunting string interludes with Dysphemic cementing the set with his eclectic fusion of drum & bass, dubstep and glitch hop.
Ill.Gates was at his finest; worked the crowd with industrial finesse and a whole lot of style. Someone get this man to a hospital.

All in all, a huge success. Great music, great people,  great setup. It could have used a few more showers, but hey - getting down and dirty with nature is what Earth Frequency is all about.

Images by Emelia Ebejer.