You’ve not managed to shower for 3-4 days, you’re running on a lack of sleep, and you’re craving that comfortable bed back home now more than ever. These feeling always make last days at festivals an interesting one. However that doesn’t mean people are ready to pack it in. In fact, if anything, it’s the last chance to enjoy the music, soak up the sun, and sample some more of those fine ales on offer.
With the sun blazing and Blossoms on stage, many laid back and soaked up the rays whilst listening to the hazy tunes and relaxed rhythms radiating from the stage. With songs like ‘Cut Me and I’ll Bleed’, their lyrics are hardly brimming with cheerfulness, but in an almost summery haze you begin to forget what’s being said and concentrate more on the pleasant melodies subtle beats. King Pleasure and the Biscuit Boys shook things up with some blues and jazz early on in the afternoon. Solo’s on the sax and with some charming crowd interaction the suited swing combo broke people into dance and got the majority up on their feet ready to jump and jive. It’s often difficult to grab a festival crowd so early on in the day, but for these Brits it only came naturally, leaving the stage to chants of “we want more, we want more” they clearly stole the hearts of everyone.
RHODES was next up on the main stage and after such an energetic performance from King Pleasure, he didn’t have it easy. However for the singer songwriter his solemn songs aren’t necessarily all about bringing people out to dance. Drifting away and almost getting lost in his own music, the infectious musician mellowed out the afternoon and absorbed people into his performance.
“It’s come to our attention that some people are sitting down”. It may have been hot and it may have seemed like too much effort to stand, but blues rockers The Strypes weren’t standing for any of it. Rattling through an immensely energetic performance, they heated up the tempo and turned everyone onto their sound. ‘Blue Collar Jane’ created the biggest stir and with some new material being belted over the fields in the form of ‘Scumbag City Blues’, the Irish quartet didn’t hold back. Blasts on the harmonica from Ross brought out some character and with Josh McClorey letting loose with some belting solo’s they stunned the crowd before them.
Leaving the arena to catch The Bohicas almost seemed a shame, but over at The Quarry they were preparing to make one hell of a noise of their own. Building up to the release of their debut album ‘The Making Of’, The Bohicas have been gigging ferociously and with some hammering singles such as ‘Swarm’ and ‘Where You At?’ they’ve demanded attention. Upbeat and untidy, blasts of deafening guitar riffs and repetitive hooks electrified the crowd and sucked all those last ounces of energy from them. Their set only added to the build up of their forthcoming debut album, which is surely going to be even more of a belter.
Billy McCarthy’s thick Brooklyn accent almost sounded out of place amongst the main stages line up, but after a few sound related alterations covered by some time wasting humour, Augustines had already sweetened a crowd ready for some of that American indie rock. Although their festival sets can’t reach the chaotic heights fans have witnessed in the packed out smaller venues, their stage presence still remained intense and forceful. Roaring down the mic and smashing out distorted guitar riffs, their time at Y Not still cooked up an atmosphere and with plenty of crowd interaction it felt as though they’d welcomed everyone on stage with them to enjoy it.
“Maybe she’ll sink, maybe she’ll fly”. ‘She’s a Witch’ topped off a subtle and hypnotic set from Gengahr who have been building on the hype of album ‘Heroin’ since its release. Showing the full spectrum of their sound, soothing vocals trickling guitar melodies and dips and dives in tempo broadcast their alternative sound to a fair sized crowd.
It seemed however that almost everyone had begun gathering by the main stage to witness the legend that is Johnny “fuckin” Marr. As soon as the Manchester man walked on stage it was apparent that he already had the crowd firmly within his grasps. Interacting with the crowd he asked “Anyone lost their phone? Anyone lost their friend? Has anyone lost their mind?” before adding “Yea, I can tell”. Charmingly weaving his way through a set that primarily showcased the front mans solo material, it was the added extra’s that received the most uproarious applause and created the most intense atmospheres. A cover of The Clash’s ‘I Fought the Law’ broke out a dancing frenzy with a few taking their time to break out a circle pit letting loose that anger. But it wasn’t before Johnny’s last song that he left the crowd were fully satisfied. Dedicating the song to “everyone here, and no one fucking else” he kicked into the instantly recognisable hooks of ‘There is a Light That Never Goes Out”, which was echoed back to the stage in its entirety.
If this atmosphere wasn’t impressive enough, Primal Scream managed to add even more craziness. Crowd surfing bins and air mattresses as well as enough thrown pints to make you think you were at an Oasis gig, they brought the crowd to their most hectic yet. Maybe it was that this crowd were adamant to end the weekend on a high or that they just wanted to “be free to do what we wanna do, and…get loaded and…have a good time”.
King Pleasure and the Biscuit Boys
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Review and Photos by Jacob Flannery |