Friday, 3 July 2009

Glastonbury 2009

My favourite overheard conversation at this year's (almost too) sunny festival was, "I think I saw Annie Mac earlier, but it might have just been a girl with curly hair". I know, a real corker! If the BBC's suffocating, insipid and neverending coverage of this year's Glastonbury has not yet bored you to tears, prepare to leave base camp for that summit by the end of this post.

Sadly the festival will mostly be remembered for the death of Michael Jackson, not because there was some sort of outpouring of emotion in homage to him as the media would suggest (this article is particularly misleading), but just because it happened at all. On Thursday night people spoke of nothing else
, yet despite my frequent requests I couldn't find a single place that would play me 'Earth Song'. Apparently that's not what he'll be remembered for. Other rumours of celebrity deaths started to circulate too: Bubbles, Timmy Mallet, Jeff Goldblum and Steven Wells (sadly true). By Friday morning t-shirts emblazoned with "R.I.Paedo" were on sale and proudly worn by only the most tasteful of revellers.

Apart from the experience of trying to find some solace for a random guy in the midst of a k-black-hole by sneaking him into the Silent Disco, what will stay with me from Glastonbury 2009 are the performances of Animal Collective and Hudson Mohawke. Glasgow's Hud Mo blew everything else I saw in the Dance Village out of the water and exposed just how dated most 'dance' music sounds in comparison to his diverse instrumental electronic hip hop, even if he was given a lame afternoon set time.

There's little that can be said about Animal Collective that's not already been said, except that they're well good! Although someone may have written that before. Their, now predominantly electronic, set at The Park stage on Friday night was simply the best live show I've seen all year. The crowd were, by and large, reduced to mumbling lovesick idiots, kind of like when an aunt leans over a pram giving it the babytalk and making fart noises like they're a cute sound - but in a good way! If you haven't paid even the slightest attention to their latest LP, Merriweather Post Pavilion then you deserve tarring and feathering for being a sonic imbecile of the most deranged kind.

Most worrying this year was The Levellers lack of presence. Not even a poster in the urinals saying there's a gig in Guilford coming up. I'm concerned. Anyone have any news?







Words: SS

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