Hackney held host last weekend to a festival promising to reflect the full colour of the borough; Mirrors may not have portrayed the full palette, but it certainly cast away any shadows of doubt for this place on the party map. Too long a humble understudy of other rising areas, Mirrors Festival seemed to see Hackney next on the line Northward and in line to take the reigns for rough and rawest. It certainly showcased more of how the area is less rough than ready, packing venues with mettle for the mantle.

Oslo, St. John-at-Hackney and Hackney Round Chapel all set the bar high, yet with plenty headroom. A trinity of places, two no longer religious but still spiritual in their way, full of the musically reverent. With all the talk of struggle for the arts in the city, the birth of new festivals such as this - from converted spaces too - is a development direly due. Thankfully Mirrors managed to draft in strong support for its opening. The multi-venue platform is a growing trend that does much to marry up metropolitan music into something cohesive; the days following saw Illuminations Festival do much the same over a whole week.

This said, there were two thoughts on hitting into the headroom here. Plenty of locals know about the warehouse culture resident in Hackney, something a festival crafting character from and for celebrating its area would do well to uncover, to give coverage. Of course, that would put what thrives off-the-map on it, but one wondered where the vast backdrop of breakaway scenes were in this singular one. It could be for the future if the festival looks to navigate such a niche. In any case, the growth of the festival will at least generate the carnival atmosphere we saw first signs of this year, should the borough itself embrace the opportunity. The streets and the spaces together.

The bill was arguably limited, unsurprising for a first year; you could say the schedule was sketchy, not quite filled in and finessed, but so too this time was for testing waters. It is a troublesome task especially in the city, definitely rescued by the definitive watering holes booked. Speaking with some of the brains behind what still remains a smart festival for campaign and curation, they did come true with Rhye who were first on the wishlist. Around this coolly chilled, climactic act were an array of alternative artists, some a little frenetic, feverish - Dream Wife - while others delivering performances fraught with other tensions - we could cite Luke Sital-Singh. In short, the changes of pace and direction could leave you short of breath. The synth-laden, sky-scraping highs of Pixx for one made for sonic synergy, with the on form and on date antics of Wytches and Thurston Moore, in this perhaps a sound tactic too.

All said and plenty done, this festival upheld the hocus pocus of Halloween set to the Hackney hue in spellbinding style. The crowd were testament to it, hopefully set to swell in years to come.