Pictured: Metric by Marc Grimwade for Splendour In The Grass. Used with Permission.

Sunday is an odd day for Splendour; given the hectic run-about the first two days gave us, Sunday is a slow burn, and combining that with the tiredness accumulated just means it’s a goddamn slog, and being honest, most of the day is a big blur.

Pictured: Lana Del Rey by Aimee Catt for Splendour In The Grass. Used with Permission.

Pictured: At The Drive In

Splendour In The Grass got off to a super muddy start for the second day, but this time, I was ready; prepared with some brand new boots after the Vans I had on the Friday were sacrificed to the vengeful festival god. It made walking into the Supertop to catch the breezy-indie pop stylings of Last Dinosaurs (pictured) easy, and it’s hard to think of a better soundtrack to wade through mud to than their whacked out cover of Modjo’s “Lady”.

Another year, another Splendour in the Grass - though this year we seem to have gone back in time, with the festival returning to its Byron Bay home for the first time since 2009. This brief trip down memory lane will forever be remembered as a muddy affair, with today's 30 minute downpour - hail, brimstone and all - destroying the festival site and making those who brought gumboots truly thankful - none more so than the ones selling them on site for $50+ a pop!

Though the 2012 event may be forever remembered as a return to the muddy Byron Bay site and a freak hail storm perhaps heralded by the loud rock of DZ Deathrays (who say their amps miraculously survived the on stage waterfall), ultimately it will be the music that we'll be talking about until the next Splendour rolls along - which we expect to be at their new, permanent, hopefully less muddy home.

Pictured: Bloc Party

Pictured: Jack White by Marc Grimwade for Splendour In The Grass. Used with Permission

There was more than the singular element of rock today at the opening day of Splendour In The Grass 2012, with a single torrential downpour appearing from the heavens during an early afternoon set from local punk-electrorock duo DZ Deathrays, causing the thoroughfares and car parks to become quagmires of mud not far off from resembling cow shit.

After being completely fucked up by the events of the day before, we somehow managed to struggle out to Belongi Fields again the next day around Midday with some super sweet timing from the Art Factory Shuttle (not to mention the fantastic breakfast we had beforehand).