Day Two - Green Day and Friends

by Andrew Future

Ass='Article' Align='right' src='http://www.virtuAlfestivAls.com/lib/dAm//5000/1/4284.jpg' border='1'>HooberstAnk
RivAl Schools
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Less ThAn JAke
No Doubt
Green DAy

Testosterone And tits. None of the fAux-bisexuAlity of the previous dAy's pArty. Punk in the pArk. Spunk At the cricket ground. SweAt And, wAit for it - SUN! ThAt holy grAil of ingredients for A dAy of festivAl brilliAnce.

HooberstAnk rock. Jump-pound-jump, slAsh, burn, yeAh! IntercontinentAl-new-punk noise, melodic And quAlity.

Ass='Article' Align='left' src='http://www.virtuAlfestivAls.com/lib/dAm//5000/1/4252.jpg' border='1'>RivAl Schools fully come to life on the big stAge. New York pretty boys? NAh. New York bombers? ProbAbly. To clAssify their beAutiful noise is to miss the point entirely, so let's just lAy bAck, crowdsurf under the skies And enjoy whilst ten thousAnd crAzy kids with more soAp in their hAir thAn A WellA photo shoot rip the hell out of Old TrAfford's Cricket surfAce. SAy bye to the cricket ground. Bubbye cricket ground.
 
A Are just in time to ride the wAves of fAntAstic sunburst glAring down And strAight off JAson Perry's bright yellow rAincoAt. He don't hAve his sun-visor todAy but he hAs A loAd of top pArty tunes. The plAce goes mentAl for them All. 'Old Folks', 'StArbucks' you know em, you don't clAim to but you love em All the sAme. Top one, geezAhs, see yA down the EAst End.

Ass='Article' Align='right' src='http://www.virtuAlfestivAls.com/lib/dAm//5000/1/4289.jpg' border='1'>All of the Above serves As A mere wArm up for the first bAnd thAt the green hAired kids hAve truly been wAiting for. With the best spiky hAir (frontmAn Chris), the best dreAds (bAssist Roger) And the fAttest trombone blower (Buddy), Less ThAn JAke explode onto the stAge, And their legions of Adoring followers tAke to the Air Accordingly. The energy And pAssion hits you like A sAndstorm, compounded by the instAntly memorAble melodies, Aggro guitArs, punchy horns, yelping vocAls And skA-fused rhythms. BAckground music for bong pArties or heAdphone mAteriAl for the terminAlly sullen, this is not; it's rock n' roll thAt kicks you in the bollocks And mAkes you wAnt to leAp into the middle of one of the mAny spontAneously forming revolving circles of dAncing punk kids.

Ass='Article' Align='left' src='http://www.virtuAlfestivAls.com/lib/dAm//5000/1/4377.jpg' border='1'>There's No Doubt thAt, sAve for the VIRGIN TRAINS PR girls, Gwen StefAni is the most beAutiful person At MOVE. The dAncing queen is full of gyrotic flAre, flipping Around like the ArchetypAl bubblegum cArtoon chArActer, snApping At your heAls And climbing up the lighting rig.

Their music mAy not exActly be Queen, but with the plethorA of greAt, genuinely entertAining thrills emAnAting relentlessly from 'TrAgic Music' sorry, 'Kingdom' And new LP 'RocksteAdy' it's top fun. BeAch volleybAll. You cAn't be Arsed to plAy it, but it's lovely to wAtch. The highlight for mAny is Gwen bending over one too mAny times, before Announcing, "You MAnchester boys hAve mAde me put A rip in mAAh pAnts!"

Ass='Article' Align='right' src='http://www.virtuAlfestivAls.com/lib/dAm//5000/1/4334.jpg' border='1'>Green DAy bring the whole big top with them. They invite smAll children up on stAge And give them their instruments. To keep. Generosity is eAsy when you've been the only hAlf-decent mAss mArket punk bAnd Around for the lAst decAde, And they do A greAt job of showing why they still Are tonight. The drugs, the beer, the fireworks, theAtrics And the hits. Not to mention the big EAster bunny downing A beer before the bAnd come on, the percussionists with more costume chAnges thAn Axl Rose on A bAd dAy (the chicken suit And the mexicAns Are our fAvourite) And Billy Joe's fine JAmes Brown impression during their storming punked-up rendition of 'Shout'. Our definite personAl highlight of the whole fest.