Glastonbury. You can go from watching Burt Bacharach to blistering techno in the time it takes you to walk from your kettle to the sofa (you know, not very long). You WILL bump into Bez at some point. You most definitely will miss the one act you told yourself for weeks you had to see but it won’t matter because you spent that time eating yogurt watching a Peruvian Chicha band instead.
Here’s a bunch of vines, photos and BBC iPlayer links with some highlights from Glastonbury 2015 summing up what one of us got up to.
Alabama Shakes kicked my Glastonbury off. I always try to stay one step ahead of critics and the hype machine to appear as cool and aloof as possible so I hadn’t gotten in to deep with these guys. They won me over. Egg is squarely on my face now zeitgeist, thanks a lot.
Textbook Glastonbury rain from the moment Gaslamp Killer Experience started to the second they stopped. A mix of hip-hop, live funk and soul channeling baroque classical arrangements. I hear they play indoors as well, they should bring a rain machine to those shows as the torrential downpour added a lot.
The reunited Super Furry Animals headlined The Park stage on Friday night. One of those “classic Glasto band headliner 90’s indie sets” that had the added bonus of actually delivering some “proper music” whilst still feeling new and forward thinking despite many songs being 20+ years old. Kudos.
Father John Misty’s second album stumped me. I was a big fan of his debut but the follow up just didn’t connect with me in the same way. It’s a good job he brings everything to the table live and fully won me over. Sincere, ironic, knowing, anthemic, honest, fun, powerful…you know, all those kinds of words you use when you’ve enjoyed something a bit too much. Dive in.
Father of North, Yeezus, an actual fan of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Mr. West. Dividing everyone right down the middle before, during and after his set. I was with him until the auto-tune gamble mid-set. I then legged it off to dance in Shangri-La.
Sunday brought without doubt one of the most “Glastonbury” moments of all time. Behold:
Turns out Patti Smith has proper decent tunes as well. Inspiring without any pretension. Plus she fell over and totally owned it.
Oh god now what?
Dive into all the BBC highlights and feel sad and happy and everything else all at once.
Then head here and we’ll all have another go next year: https://glastonbury.seetickets.com/registration/register/