When it comes to drawing in the crowds, then it seems that the popularity stakes have been won by two Tunbridge Wells punks over the self-proclaimed ‘greatest living performer’.
There’s nothing complicated about Slaves. They have an ear for a jump-a-long hook, write nonsense lyrics about looking for Debbie’s car whilst being stalked by abominable snowmen, then bash the hell out of their instruments.
Maybe it’s the Neanderthal appeal of smashing about on a drum whilst shouting that drew the hordes towards the John Peel Stage so that they could get a slice of the euphoric feeling for their own.
The power of Slaves was matched in equal measure by the melodic prowess of Gaz Coombes. Still sporting the majestic sideburns that were synonymous with Supergrass, his turn confirmed that his album ‘Matador’ will be considered a masterpiece when the time is right.
Courtney Barnett had a busy day with performances on the big stage of the Pyramid as well as a hanging from the rafters, dirty and sweaty effort in the smaller surrounds of Williams Green.
What is apparent with the diminutive Aussie is that she won’t lose many arguments. Often fierce and in-your-face, Barnett managed to make ‘Dead Fox’ and Pedestrian at Best’ sound likes threats on your wellbeing, where it’s best to surrender before everything starts getting tasty.
Whilst Kanye fought off stage invaders to ensure he went it alone, thousands flooded The Glade, to witness one of the more extraordinary musical performances of the weekend.
Public Service Broadcasting can be lazily dismissed as quirky but their live show is a wonderment to behold. The imagery and audio clips evoke a chest of emotions that you hadn’t realised were inside you. Seldom can you immerse yourself in a sound and then feel the euphoria of Apollo 8 regaining contact after becoming the first spacecraft to fly around the dark side of the moon.
One man came to prove that he was bigger than the festival only to find that the sum of its parts is too higher mountain to conquer.