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State Of EXIT festival : Serbia Novi Sad
The world's weirdest festival....
The first State Of EXIT festival, held in 2000, culminated in a 100-day peaceful protest to have the infamous tyrant removed, and by the following year it had succeeded. Now in its fourth summer of love and 96 days shorter, EXIT stands as a Serbian symbol of troubles past, triumph over evil and, well, getting fucked up and not sleeping for four days.
Held in an island fortress in the city of Novi Sad and separated from the mainland by the Danube, the festival runs from 4pm-8am daily, boasts 13 stages, 400 acts and costs the equivalent of £40. Over on the Afro Cuban Latino Stage we find a man giving free salsa lessons, while on the Balkan Fusion stage the highlight of the weekend has to be local ska band Lost Propelleros' cover of EMF's 'Unbelievable'. Unbelievably, though, the biggest draw of the weekend isn't this retread of late-'80s indie dance hits, but the main stage on Sunday where Peaches, Kings Of Leon and Iggy And The Stooges are expected. Except, of course, the Kings cancel at the last minute, with drummer Nathan's "strained thumb" officially the most pathetic excuse we've ever heard.
Their replacements are Serbia's Partibrejkers - an ageing four-piece specialising in '80s drivetime classics. Then, in a slight change of gear, Peaches comes onstage, strips to her underwear and hollers Electric Six's 'Gay Bar' in its entirety. Aided by her two hermaphrodite (well, ladies with beards and strap-ons) dominatrixes, she slicks her way through a dozen outfits, a variety of spectacularly-shaped guitars and songs about bumming.
Luckily, the only man in the world dirty enough to follow her is waiting backstage. With a reformed line-up of The Stooges, Iggy Pop is greeted like a deity. As they pound through the guttural sleaze of '1969' and 'I Wanna Be Your Dog', paying maniacs swing suicidally from the uppermost branches of nearby trees to get a better view. 'No Fun' starts a stage invasion that sees a hundred fans ripping off their shirts and pogoing alongside the sworn high-punk hater of all this hippy love shit. But then, as the Serbs have already proved, at EXIT anything's possible.
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