I’m actually dead to the world when we get up this morning. The tent is cooking in spite of the shade from the trees, and we’re forced to rise early and try to follow the shadow cast by the slim trunks around us. It’s not until very late that we make it into the festival ground to catch the all girl group Warpaint. As much as I’m not generally a big fan of girl bands, they turn out to be excellent, and it helps when they’re all really sexy.
Save the best until last then. Radiohead are closing the show, quite simply the best band the world has ever seen. However they’re very nearly upstaged by Caribou, who play shortly before them and totally own the crowd. For a band that not many people have heard of, they should surely be chuffed to support the Oxford boys in the second slot. Not only that, but they were definitely one of the highlights this weekend.
Radiohead play their usual phenomenal set, but it’s an unusual one which leave some ‘fans’ unhappy. Basically anyone who knows nothing apart from Creep was moaning. It’s the third time I’ve seen them now and they still haven’t played that song. They’re not the type of outfit that tend to conform. This was a very deliberate choice of play list. It was like they were only playing for those who have every album and have listened to every song. Their last encore song was Street Spirit, which should give you an idea of the direction of where the gig went. Odd, but brilliant nonetheless.
Of course it didn’t help that both Katty and myself could hardly keep our eyes open. Three day festivals take it out of you. I’m not as young as I once was, in the way I could manage a three day bender and still probably go out on Monday night. As much as we want to see The Kills, we both decide to head back early. I’ve also not had anything to drink, which is going to help in rising early tomorrow to decamp. I can remember clearly the day I found out about this festival and bought the tickets, way back in Colombia in January. How time flies when you’re having fun.
Radiohead
I’m actually dead to the world when we get up this morning. The tent is cooking in spite of the shade from the trees, and we’re forced to rise early and try to follow the shadow cast by the slim trunks around us. It’s not until very late that we make it into the festival ground to catch the all girl group Warpaint. As much as I’m not generally a big fan of girl bands, they turn out to be excellent, and it helps when they’re all really sexy.
Save the best until last then. Radiohead are closing the show, quite simply the best band the world has ever seen. However they’re very nearly upstaged by Caribou, who play shortly before them and totally own the crowd. For a band that not many people have heard of, they should surely be chuffed to support the Oxford boys in the second slot. Not only that, but they were definitely one of the highlights this weekend.
Radiohead play their usual phenomenal set, but it’s an unusual one which leave some ‘fans’ unhappy. Basically anyone who knows nothing apart from Creep was moaning. It’s the third time I’ve seen them now and they still haven’t played that song. They’re not the type of outfit that tend to conform. This was a very deliberate choice of play list. It was like they were only playing for those who have every album and have listened to every song. Their last encore song was Street Spirit, which should give you an idea of the direction of where the gig went. Odd, but brilliant nonetheless.
Of course it didn’t help that both Katty and myself could hardly keep our eyes open. Three day festivals take it out of you. I’m not as young as I once was, in the way I could manage a three day bender and still probably go out on Monday night. As much as we want to see The Kills, we both decide to head back early. I’ve also not had anything to drink, which is going to help in rising early tomorrow to decamp. I can remember clearly the day I found out about this festival and bought the tickets, way back in Colombia in January. How time flies when you’re having fun.