Glastonbury 2003: Friday Pyramid Stage
We awoke on the first day of Glasto Official to darkened clouds, and showers. Nevertheless, an impressively huge crowd had assembled to celebrate the festival's kick off, courtesy of poodle rockers The Darkness. Very few people at this festival seemed capable of anything much at 10.30 in the morning, let alone rocking their spandex pants off, yet The Darkness rose to the challenge with flying colours. 'Get Your Hands Off My Woman' and 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love' are reasons why this incredible band have shone a rare light out from the black hole of twenty-first century rock, and if you needed any excuse to dust off your old tennis rackets and recommence the air-guitar Olympics, then these are your boys. They even threw in a rawkin' rendition of Radiohead's Street Spirit,, to everyone's visible delight...
Those folk comatosed for the last decade feel right at home as the Inspiral Carpets limber up for a well earned revival. Sunshine pop of the most inoffensive nature as they dole out a bunch of well known hits and new single 'Come Back Tomorrow' a glorious, wide mouthed frog of organ blasted indie.
Echo And The Bunnymen aren't really the kind of band to be anyone's favourite, but even so, Ian McCulloch and the boys put on a fine performance that keeps the crowd's minds off the ever increasing downpours!
Following up their glorious live return at Homelands, De La Soul are full on Glasto rap. Chasing away the rain and replacing it with blue sky'd good vibes, it's hippy hip hop for those of us still stuck in an Eminemless existence and still reeling from the brilliance of their early work. Pousdnous proves he's still got the NRG to create a loving vibe, despite being a bit of a porker. Legends though, don't come much bigger than De La Soul, and they leave a considerable number of people very surprised.
Mogwai, long branded with the 'indier than thou' stick and more famed for their 'Blur: Are Shite' t-shirts than their actual music are the stuff that magical Glasto afternoons are made of.Whiskey, weed and a view from the hill, a mainly hardcore gathering meets their main stage set, but as they delve into the churning layered brilliance of new album, 'Happy Songs For Happy People'. It's a mesmerising blend of beautiful noise. They then test the patience of the casual viewers with their oft-longwinded proggy indulgences, but the melancholic splendour that laces their swarming guitar screes is divine. This is the sound of the underground at its best.