All Aboard the salty dog! the 2024 line-up is here! 🦜🏴‍☠️

“All rumours relating to the secret gigs on the Salty Dog late at night are true-ish” says the disgraced and strawberry-nosed Captain of the Picnic’s favorite shipwreck, a forlorn and decrepit vessel that hasn’t seen seawater in a decade and a half.

TWO SECRET SURPRISE ACTS – ASLAN – SELLO – KYNSY – MIK PYRO

  BRICKNASTY – NEW JACKSON – BLESSED – YARD – WHITE HORSE GUITAR CLUB

 THE BONNYMEN – SOULÉ – BRÒGEAL – THESE CHARMING MEN – STEFAN MURPHY SCUSTIN – THE PALE – SHARK SCHOOL – SEXY TADHG – BIG SLEEP – OH BOLAND DARNELL COLE & THE VIBE – THE CIRCUS PONIES – THE OUTCAST CREW 

 THE DONNYS – THE MOLGOGGERS – PEER PLEASURE  

WEDDING BAND OF THE DAMNED – THE VARIANT

Salty Dog 2024 Line-up

The passing of time has made little difference to the gradual decomposition of this infamous trawler into the forest bed. The battered deck of the Salty Dog, wheezing under the strain of several years of wanton neglect, invaded by rot and rust, will be disguised with a lick of paint the day before the festival, and presented with grimy smiles by its bloodshot-eyed crew.

Troubadours – press-ganged, poorly paid, drenched in bootleg rum, and barked at by the stump-toothed captain for leaving guitar picks lying around – find themselves wondering how they became part of the stench.

Why? Because the Salty Dog is where your parents never wanted you to end up, and that’s why you are all there. Including your parents.

The dockside holds in the collective belly of its patrons, and the turn-of-the-century harbour that provides a bosom for the decadent to weep into, will once again come to life – if ‘life’ is the right word for the kind of riffraff that frequent this miscreant port. The scurvy-riddled crew barter for washed up buoys and stolen lobster pots with a man in a van near New Ross and scavenge for anchors and sails from a shipyard in the dead of night. Lights are slung high in the sky and The Salty Dog is ready: hustlers, rustlers, duckers and divers move like critters around the port, feigning honesty with fixed grins, doing anything to turn a dime – blood spatters from the local surgeon, tattooed giants arm-wrestle girls for ale, filth-covered merchants hawk smoked fish and contraband oysters, warty ladies mend fishing nets and croak shanties at each other, and unqualified doctors offer guidance for unsavoury medical complaints.

Salty Dog People! Thursday night has become one of the best parties at Electric Picnic. And we invite all 4-day revelers – the unhygienists and the out-of-work – to join us this year for a spectacularly disastrous wedding ceremony. 10pm Thursday. Anyone who stays in their tents,  campervans or back at their comfortable homes is a fool.

Salty Dog – life at the bottom of the barrel.

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