Festival magic returns for the ‘difficult second year’, as some may have it — but thankfully, there’s no such thing in this instance. Meraki, which takes place at the Hertfordshire County Showground, bills itself as ‘bringing festival magic to St Albans’; and Headliner is pleased to report that the festival brings an even bigger helping of magic this year, after an impressively solid debut in 2017. Largely thanks to a lineup of magical proportions, and a few wise tweaks and refinements that should have Meraki marching towards the big leagues of the UK’s world-renowned festival scene.
The rolling Hertfordshire hills provide the picturesque setting, and the work that has gone into getting the festival looking charming is immediately obvious: arts and crafts, a ferris wheel, and the obligatory festival flags to name just a few bits that make Meraki an enchanting place to be.
First stop on Friday is at the Mr Peebles stage, which has evolved from a teepee, into a solar-powered bus. It’s absolutely chucking it down, but this soggy hand that is dealt to singer-songwriter, Amelia Lappert, is accepted in fine grace, and her songs of heartache shine nonetheless.
She’s followed by another young lady, whose songwriting has a mind-boggling maturity for her age. Hope’s full band, main stage set was one of the big triumphs of Meraki 2017. Things need to be mixed up, of course, and those who got there early enough in very wet conditions made the right decision. Hope still packs a punch acoustically, and her mix of covers and originals (Google the truly brilliant Sanctuary) serve as solar power for the stage, in lieu of sunlight. Her guitarist is one Seb Wesson — more from him later.
Simon McBride is another character who pops up all over the place throughout the weekend, and is arguably the finest guitarist at the festival. It’s no surprise that he gets the Main Stage rocking in a big way, as evening sets in. The increasing size of the crowd is becoming quite noteworthy at this point, with the following three acts being very special indeed. The Sunday evening headline slot may be the main ‘classic’ slot, in fine UK festival tradition, but Gabrielle makes sure to get that vibe going early on the Friday. It’s a slick performance, and the punters love every second of it. Hits such as Out Of Reach and Dreams go down an absolute storm.
It’s then time for the New Wave, as Nik Kershaw brings us a tantalising slice of the ‘80s for an hour. The sun may be setting, but Kershaw makes it very clear to us that he won’t let the sun go down. The besuited gentleman stands out among the sea of anoraks and ponchos, but everyone nonetheless comes together to sing mega-hits Wouldn’t It Be Good and The Riddle.
Before the main, main event, Judge Jules is once again tearing the Dance Tent (lovingly known as the ‘inflatable igloo’) a new one, with his famous brand of Ibiza Classics, many of which are given contemporary twists, leaving everyone’s limbs moving in maniacal fashion. He fully deserved his second Meraki call-up after last year’s exploits.
Make haste, though, to the Pure Shores of the Main Stage. There’s no doubt that All Saints were one of the biggest draws of the weekend, and that faith is restored in kind. We’re quickly transported from the ‘80s to the ‘90s, and the female foursome show why their comeback is so deserved. The audience may be here for the pre-millennium sing-a-longs, but a selection of material from their new album, Testament, mixes things up very nicely. Of course, Never Ever gets the biggest sing-a-long so far, and it’s wonderful to see the girls jumping euphorically as they perform Pure Shores. All Saints and the St Albans countryside are a match made in heaven.