The Plight (DS) are old school metal complete with shorts and growls – this is hardcore, West Yorkshire style but Brazilian in ferocity. Make me proud, as do Middleman (FR), comeback kids in sportswear, still making songs to bounce to and smarter than they look.
Little Boots (NME); loath to say it, but she’s a lot more fun than I thought she’d be. More accessible than Goldfrapp, futuristic rather than retro and she gets her brother on stage for his Birthday. Bless.
Faris Badwan stalks the stage like a bad dream, king of the creepers and new Karl McCoy. The Horrors (NME) are making the most of their sepulchral new material, bringing the night to this corner of West Yorkshire. I’m an old goth, how can I not like this? I need a bit of a sit down, so I let The Big Pink (FR) lull me to sleep with their Spiritualised bothering shoegaze.
Waking, I wander aimlessly until Friendly Fires rouse me to dance. Their electro-carnival theme is still infectious, though perhaps they are in need of some new tunes – it’s almost a carbon copy of last year’s show but with better sound. But Ed Macfarlane sure can dance.
Suits. Old age. Satan. Eastenders. Faith No More may not be the biggest band in the universe as of now, but their being together on one stage at the same time is a miracle worthy of canonisation, and they play like it’s 1998. Mike is evil personified, theset is gloriously tongue in cheek with several renditions of the Eastenders theme tune amidst the eclectic set and even cut short they are nothing short of… awesome. I feel young again, but oh so tired.
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