Thursday, 9 July 2015

GUNGA DIN

I love how NME have called it Gunga Gin in there recent issue.

Libertines are BACK!!


GLASTONBURY

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?



It's taken me a while to put into words the event that we call Glastonbury aka the best festival to grace this earth. After attending Reading Festival on and off for the past 5 years the opportunity to go Glastonbury arrived. Camping with people I've never met was daunting to me but who would have known that they could have quite possibly been the single best group of people that weekend. 

The only way I could and have described it was and I quote 'I was Alice in Wonderland', there was so much to see and do (and so much walking) its fact I didn't even see all of it. From the first night all sitting on the hill clapping as the sun went down to everyone going nuts to the visual astounding Chemical Brothers set on the Sunday, I do not fib when I say it was one of the best experiences of my life.

Not trusting myself with my phone, I took the typical festival phone with me, which meant I didn't have that flash app to help me in my schedule. Instead a piece of paper and on it a list stuck with me, with times, bands and stages. Of course the best person still riding off his very successful return was Mr Jamie Treays, who I have had the privilege of seeing three times in the past year, all different and brilliant in there own right. From last month seeing him acoustically at Hackney Empire to playing the Other Stage and almost having the crowd as much as Freddie at Live Aid, its safe to say I was in my element, knowing which song was going to be played next with just one chord - according to my friend. 




Slaves came in a close second. This band are kind of like marmite, people either love them or absolutely hate them. Convincing the group that there an entertaining watch (which they are genuinely are) half of them reluctantly agreed to come with me. Success! They had been convinced! One of them even dubbing the duo as Punk Chavs in a sort of admiring way.

I'm going to leave out the disaster that was Kanye, because that was just awful. The one band I was gutted to miss was Wolf Alice, there new album is awesome, but does it just me or does a few of the songs remind you of the young Amy Studt in 2004?

Others include: The Cribs, Courtney Barnett, Alvvays, Future Islands, Enter Shikari, Everything Everything, Catfish and the Bottlemen, The Charlatans and many more.



SO? Yeah I’m going next year.