In The Meadows featuring Iggy Pop, Slowdive and Lambrini Girls: When is it on, stage times, how to get there, weather and tickets info
In The Meadows, the one-day festival, will return to the stage at the
Royal Hospital Kilmainham
in Dublin on Saturday, June 7th. From the people behind
All Together Now
and
Forbidden Fruit
, it is being held in the grounds of The Irish Museum of Modern Art.
Iggy Pop
is headlining the punk-heavy event, making his return to Dublin after 17 years. Slowdive, the Scratch,
Gilla Band
and
Sprints
are also playing across three stages. Punk artist Billy Nomates, poet Dr John Cooper Clarke will appear as well, along with Warmduscher and
Lambrini Girls
.
Muireann Bradley
from Donegal will bring some bluegrass to the mix.
When and where is it on?
In The Meadows takes place at the Royal Hospital Kilmainham in Dublin 8 on Saturday, June 7th.
Are tickets still available?
Yes, tickets are still available from €89.55 on
Ticketmaster
.
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What time should I arrive?
Doors open at 2pm, the first artist goes on stage at 3.35pm and the last entry is at 9.30pm. There is no readmission if you leave the venue.
Who is playing and when?
East stage
4.55pm – 5.55pm: Muireann Bradley
6.10pm – 7.10pm: Sprints
7.40pm – 8.55pm: The Scratch
9.25pm – 10.45pm: Iggy Pop
Muireann Bradley from Ballybofey, Co Donegal.
Middle stage
4:45pm – 5.30pm: Really Good Time
5.45pm – 6.30pm: Trupa Trupa
7pm – 8pm: Meryl Streek
8.25pm – 9.25pm: Lambrini Girls
Lambrini Girls: Lilly Macieira and Phoebe Lunny. Photograph: Derek Perlman
West stage
3.35pm – 4.25pm: Dr John Cooper Clarke
4.30pm – 5.30pm: Billy Nomates
5.45pm – 6.45pm: Warmduscher
7pm – 8pm: Gilla Band
8.20pm – 9.20pm: Slowdive
Rachel Goswell of Slowdive performs on stage at The National Stadium,Dublin. Photograph: Tom Honan/The Irish Times
How do I get there and home?
In The Meadows takes place on the grounds of the Irish Museum of Modern Art, Royal Hospital Kilmainham, Dublin 8, 15 minutes from Dublin city centre.
Pedestrian access is via East Gate on Military Road, and there is no parking. Traffic restrictions will be in place on Military Road and Kilmainham Lane. The nearest car park is Park Rite at 7 Queen Street across the river Liffey in Dublin 7. Bike and scooter parking is available at the Royal Hospital.
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Kilmainham is a residential area and concertgoers are asked to be quiet when coming and going, and not to park illegally or in residential streets.
There are a few options to get to the gig via public transport:
By Luas:
Take the red line from The Point towards Saggart or Tallaght – or the other way around – and exit at Heuston Station which is a five-minute walk to the east gate entrance via Military Road.
By bus:
Dublin Buses 123 and the S2 stop at St James's Hospital; buses 51D and 736 stop along Saint John's Road West; and the 4 bus stops at Heuston Station. The 26 goes to Wellington Quay; the 51 and 79 from Aston Quay; and the 90 Dart feeder bus runs from Connolly and Tara Street stations. See
dublinbus.ie
for more information or to plan your route.
A range of Bus Éireann buses also stop on Saint John's Road West and at Heuston. See
buseireann.ie
for details.
By train:
Heuston station is a five-minute walk to the venue, check out timetables at
irishrail.ie
.
What's the story with security?
This is a strictly over-18s event. No large bags will be permitted, bags A4 size and smaller will be subject to security checks on entry, and attendees not carrying bags will be fast-tracked into the arena.
Items not allowed in the venue include: umbrellas, liquids, glass or cans, alcohol, folding chairs, garden furniture, selfie sticks, megaphones, high-vis clothing and flares.
Also, keep in mind that the Royal Hospital is a cashless venue.
Can I take photos at the concert?
Unauthorised professional photography or use of professional photography/recording equipment is prohibited and zoom lenses, audio visual or cinematic devices will not be permitted on site.
What's the weather forecast?
Met Éireann has forecast a showery afternoon and evening on Saturday. Temperatures will range from 8 degrees to 15 degrees Celsius. As umbrellas are not allowed in the venue and the event takes place on the grass at the Royal Hospital, pack a rain jacket and wear waterproof shoes. No harm to throw in some sun cream too, in case there's a break in the clouds.
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