R.E.M., David Gray, Suede, Zwan, Mogwai, De La Soul, Echo And The Bunnymen, Inspiral Carpets, The Darkness
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.
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!
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.