The story of Festival Beauregard 2019 in beautiful pictures

The moonlight hits the Scene John stage

What the world needs is more festivals next to castles please.

“Thank you very much for making us feel safe and welcome in your country,” IDLES frontman John Talbot told the crowd during their blistering Saturday set, before adding: “Long live France and long live the European Union.”

It was just a few bars into opener ‘Heel/Heal’ when IDLES’ first crowd invasion began

…the first of many

Here’s one lucky fan who got to play guitar with IDLES from the crowd

This is what an IDLES crowd looks like

People seemed to really love this weird performance art troupe, who seemed to copy all the antics of a chosen leader, move-by-move.

We hope they come back next year.

She’s a French singer-songwriter whose sound takes in a wide spectrum from searing desert rock to pure disco bops via some heavy-hearted sultry ballads and a post-rock breakdown or two. Lovely stuff.

The sun-soaked music fans take it all in.

It’s true, they really do.

Mr Harper’s soulful sounds saw us into the sunset on Saturday night

Check out the stunning view from the top of Festival Beauregard’s big wheel

Some sick mic skills from Mac DeMarco

Reviewing Mac’s Saturday night show, NME concluded: “Aside from impressive microphone juggling and an failed attempt to blow-up an inflatable alien, DeMarco relents on the goofy antics and just chills his way through 14 laissez-faire gems. Tonight, he’s as classy as he is daft.”

Ain’t she a beaut?

Revellers chill under Beauregard’s fairy-lit sky.

“We don’t need language,” squawks The Hives frontman Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist as Saturday evening winds down. “All we need is ‘YEAH’. Can you say ‘YEAAAH’?”

Time for some good old fashioned fun.

“Does my hair look good?” Pelle coyly asks the crowd at one point, dragging a comb through his quiff. “It’s hard to look this good and rock this hard”. No doubt

“How do you feel about one more?” Pelle asks. “How do you feel about two more? How do you feel about 100 more? Alright, we are gonna play 100 more songs”. They don’t, but they make the closer ‘Tick Tick Boom’ last for as long as good taste allows.

“…NOW IT’S ALL OVER YOU KNOW”

Mogwai Fear Satan. France Love Mogwai.

Absolute scene for the apocalyptic rave of Modeselektor. You love to see it.

More of the beautiful people on Normandy.

Think ‘Tennesse blues with a Swedish twang, or in his own words: “a sleek drugstore cowboy, the missing link between Lightnin’ Hopkins and Kopparmärra”

Got a bit of gothic Wayne Manor vibe about it all, don’t you think?

If you like infectious electro-pop delivered with some real industrial rock menace, then look no further. By far our favourite French discovery of the weekend.

The chilled-out vibes at Beauregard were just the post-Glasto tonic that we needed.

Another reveller gets caught up in that Beauregard spirit.

There was a lot of French hip-hop being showcased at Beauregard, but BLK was certainly the best of the lot that we caught

Reviewing PLK’s set, NME concluded: “While, rapping in his native tongue, there’s an urgency to his flow and air-raid banger backing that’s arresting enough to make anyone dive headfirst without any forethought into the whirlwind circle pits erupting.”

So much love.

At one point, Charlyn Marie “Chan” Marshall recalls the first time she came to France 25 years ago, and “you accepted me and it changed my entire life”. It feels like nothing has changed.

Tears For Fears bring a cavalcade of ’80’s power-pop bangers (and a surreal cover of Radiohead’s ‘Creep’) to Festival Beauregard 2019

Tears For Fears’ Curt Smith has co-frontman Roland Orzabal use his exquisite French to translate his gratitude to the crowd before things go a little… south. “I have a sweaty bottom,” he smirks, to Orzabal’s silent refusal. “I’m afraid I might have crabs”. Silence again. “I see there’s a limit to his French too”. Fair enough.

Reviewing their Festival Beauregard set, NME wrote: “Their core driving force is atmosphere. On this final night of their run of European summer festival shows, Interpol drink in the vibes of this open-air, late night set surrounded by the forests of Normandy, to deliver something truly one-off.”

Cool AF.

The glitterball blooms during ‘Public Pervert’

Interpol masterfully use limited elements to mystify – and do it all in silhouette.

A relentless barrage of bangers to end on.

We had a really good time.

Merci beaucoup!