Last weekend the first of three annual conventions of music geekery and over-achieving, under-appreciated bands playing in deserted crumbling seaside resorts was interrupted by an unprecedented amount of guys with dreadlocks. This was all due to one band: Sleep. Eclipsing the whole weekend like a ginormous down-tuned riff-shitting giant, Al Cisneros, Matt Pike, and Chris Hakius owned ATP with two sets of stoner-rock perfection. Ben Rayner was there to take photos for us.
Vice: So, how was your ATP ?
**Ben Rayner: It was great. I saw Sleep twice and had a few drinks.**
What do these photos show?
They kind of show little things I noticed about the weekend more than the broader picture.
Who are the guys on the beach with the giant dick?
One is Ben from Sian Alice Group/Mike Bones’s band, and the other is Mike Bones’s tour manager, Sean.
What were your highlights?
Sleep were magical.
Young Marble Giants sucked.
This is my friend Philly Kev, he’s drinking out of his glass because it broke and he couldn’t be bothered to find a new one.
Party at Andy Capper’s chalet. We were listening to the first 50 Cent album and the Cro Mags. I think Andy threw a bottle of Jack Daniels through a wall when the Misfits came on.
I saw this guy. He had a box on his head.
This was during Sleep. People were literally going bananas.
I saw this guy at 4 AM. He invited us into his chalet, gave us beer, let us smoke his weed, and played us Weezer.
Here are some whippets named Lottie and Louis.
This was during Devo.
This is Bad Brilliance, who is signed to Andrew WK’s label
This is Kingsley drinking a gallon of cider. His middle name is Jesus. I don’t think he looks like Jesus.
This is the ceiling of Skill Wizard’s chalet. It was pretty real.
This is Simon pissing through a window into a sink.
I was trying to initiate a “Who’s your leader?” photo but this guy was Irish and he didn’t get it. So I said, “Fuck off, potato.” I can’t remember what he said back.
Here is Simon with Andrew WK on his head.
This is my friend, tattooist Derrick Snodgrass. He’d come over with some buddies from San Francisco to see Sleep.
This guy was definitely not feeling too good, man.
This is Eben from Sian Alice Group.
This is a massive cock. I added some hair to the balls after this photo was taken.
Eben and Sean, the Sian Alice Group’s tour manager walking on some rocks.
Just in case…
Ronojoy only drank Vodka Kicks and Cherry Lambrini all weekend. And I had a couple of turbo shandies.