Hi there Glasto (I can call you that, right?) and Worthy Farm,
I may not have been able to don wellies from Harvey Nicks, stalk Alexa Chung and Interpol or drink myself muddy and bloody but I lived vicariously through the BBC Youtube channel of the performances and the hilarious Noisey write-ups.
I just wanted to express gratitude to you and the internet as, because of this event, I have been able to inject a little sunshine and happiness into my corporate work day this past week with much aplomb.
In the aftermath, I hope that your fields aren’t too strewn with Strongbow cans, hemp products and used condoms. I am now going to pore over the Facebook photos my London friends have posted up in the hopes of getting one last taste.
See you in the future (I promise I won’t wear a flower crown).
One of the only bands who sound even better live than on their albums. They aren’t the festival type, as this interview with ex-bassist Carlos D will attest, yet they still hypnotise with each staccato note. The setlist was as golden as the sky: Antics and Turn on the Bright Lights mainly but with two songs off their new album, El Pintor. Some die-hard nit pickers knocked the setlist but I think it was just the right fit for Glastonbury; a festival where a lesser band than Interpol would sink right under the layers of filth and beer if they didn’t give the audience what they wanted while still maintaining their own essence. Always well-dressed, always in sync with each other and always relevant. And Kessler’s red socks.
My favourite moment: the outro to PDA at around 40 mins. Kessler going mental on his cherry Gibson, Banks’ loving looks at his bandmates and Fogarino just smashing it.
Bombay Bicycle Club
Being mean about these guys is not OK, they’re multi-faceted with each album and always surprise me. Unlike Mumford and Sons. I think it’s so great that they’ve included female vocals on their new album. Even though they were performing a full set the next day, they still managed to pull off an amazing surprise set on the Introducing stage. This show is the equivalent of munching jelly beans in the sunshine whilst playing with baby farm animals without going overboard on the spectacle (looking at you, Arcade Fire).
My favourite moment: Luna (at 13:52). If that song doesn’t touch you in the heart and marrow, you are the great stone dragon. Just look at their faces! So stoked to be there.
If this is any indication of their future Rocking the Daisies performance, consider me well and truly ready.
Brian Jonestown Massacre
They’re baaaaaaaack! A little older but still the same druggy tripcats we love.
What in the smokey, pencil-dick thin vocals hell was happening with The Horrors? For shame, Faris.
And this dude who overdosed on ketamine on the first day.
Day one was already marked with tragedy, when a 67-year-old woman died on festival grounds. According to The Mirror, the festivalgoer passed away from natural causes not tied to the festival or occurrences on the ground and her death is not being treated as suspicious.
The same cannot be said for the second death at Glastonbury. After overdosing on the drug Ketamine and being in a “life-threatening condition” for a day, a 26-year-old man also passed away after attending Glastonbury.
According to The Telegraph, the unnamed Reading resident died this morning (June 27) after having a reaction to the powerful horse tranquilizer, often taken for recreational purposes within the rave scene. It oftentimes goes by the street name “K” or “Special K.”
“A man has died following a suspected reaction to ketamine. The man was taken ill overnight on Wednesday into Thursday and was taken to the Bristol Royal Infirmary. Unfortunately he died earlier today,” police said in a statement about the incident.
Point of the story: the K is never special.