It was a toss up between The VF Crew and various Hollyoaks blokes as most fanciable famous person in the backstage bar on Saturday night, but with death breath and a bad dreams following Steve (our editor)’s cheese exploits around our campsite, Sunday’s dawn couldn’t come quick enough for us or those around us having to bear screams of ‘SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TO BLAME’ and the old Transformers slogan (showing our age) ‘BAH-WEET-GRANA WEET-NINI-BON’ throughout the early hours. It’s the universal greeting, y’know.
ED HARCOURT’s universal greeting was to try and destroy his keyboard. Lighter fluid, an axe it did nothing except upset Tim, the keyboardist from ATHLETE. ‘It cost thousands of pounds’. Yes, yes. His band again provided evidence as to why they will be as big as Coldplay next year. Their new single is out in September, it’s called ‘Beautiful’ and it is. LEAVES too, are also quite pretty. Imagine an Icelandic Suede with a bit more rock sensibility and add in the rudest tour manager known to man, and that’s them.
MULL HISTORICAL SOCIETY continue to be bland, bland and bland. Watching Zanadu? Watching bollocks. Big hairy, sweaty bollocks. THE BLUETONES are the same, repeat EXACTLY the same as they ever were. Mark Morris was quite rude to me when I interviewed him a while back, and that’s because they’re the same. They’re still as shit as they ever were. There, there.
THE BURN are class. Loud and proud, they’re from Blackburn, hence the name, but you can’t really hold it against them, it’s not their fault. Their early afternoon set goes down a storm, and big things are expected. With luck, they’ll soon be advertising JCB diggers, following Virtual Festivals’ impromptu photoshoot backstage.