‘Beware' – Festival bosses issue urgent warning to thousands ahead of sold out gig as new acts announced
The huge three-day event is returning to Curraghmore Estate in Co
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All Together Now is returning to Curraghmore Estate in Co Waterford this August Bank Holiday weekend
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Many huge acts are set to perform across the weekend
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Bosses have issued an urgent warning to festivalgoers
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Ahead of the event, organisers are urging fans to avoid falling for fake ticket sellers, plan
They've stressed that the
In a statement, bosses said: "Once again, we strongly urge all festivalgoers to be cautious and avoid scams of counterfeit or unofficial tickets being sold online."
The warning comes as excitement builds with this year's All Together Now set to be the biggest and best yet.
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An extra 50 acts have just been added to the lineup, including major names like Primal Scream, The Voidz and The Boomtown Rats.
Organisers have also revealed a fresh wave of rising talent including Biird, Funk Assault, Georiga Morgana, and Metador.
And returning this year is the fan-favourite Brunch on the Bandstand - and it's going to be bigger than ever.
The surprise guests for the popular stand will be revealed "very soon".
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Due to the incredible demand last year, they are also expanding their delightful afternoon offering with a new feature called Talks in the Tent.
Comedy fans are in for a treat too, with
Kneecap perform surprise gig in London hours after rapper Liam O'Hanna, 27, charged with terror offence
The iconic Afterburner stage, the festival's fire-breathing centrepiece, is also back and bringing a full 360 degree sensory experience that organisers promise is "unlike anything else".
This year will also see the launch of Flourish, a brand new stage created in partnership with IMRO to shine a spotlight on some of the best new music, emerging voices and many Irish debut acts.
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As part of the Perform Together Now initiative, ten up-and-coming artists have been selected from over 1,000 applicants to perform over the weekend.
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Some of the fresh faces announced include Chloe Qisha, Martin Luke Brown, Radio Free Alice and Heartworms.
And to make getting there easier, Bus Eireann and Expressway is running return services from
Already included in the major lineup across the weekend is noughties icon Nelly Furtado, who is sure to excite fans with her hits, I'm Like a Bird, Promiscuous, and Maneater.
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Additionally, Irish dance musicians Le Boom, Cork-born singer Darren Kiely, Connemara's Maria Sommerville, and New York R&B band Infinity Song are some of the other artists added to the mix.
Previously announced acts include, Dublin-based Fontaines D.C., Dunboyne's own CMAT, and 2024 Mercury Prize winners English Teacher.
Also playing across the weekend are Wet Leg, Bicep, John Grant and Gurriers.
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