Glastonbury Festival 2010 Saturday, Somerset 26/06/2010

July 14, 2010 by  

As far as the eye could see sunburnt Brits proudly displayed their t-shirt suntans whilst chugging hot Strongbow. Not ones to shy away from our national duty, we stocked up on tent fried Strongbow and joined punters for Field Music’s set, which in truth was pretty pony. Although they seemed tight, they had very little charisma and the only refrain from the serious tone of the set came when all the monitors switched off ? it was very funny.

It soon became clear that most of the crowd were just waiting for Wild Beasts, who were magnificent. As Foals’ Yannis watched on from the side of the stage the band enthralled the crowd with a set that spanned both of their albums. Despite the scorching heat, Hayden Thorpe still adorned his usual attire and battled his falsettos with Tom’s baritone to great effect. The highlights came from their more recent material, namely ‘All the Kings Men’ and final song ‘Hooting and Howling’. The only thing troubling us was their low billing on the stage.

Trying to avoid the sun, which was at its peak on Saturday afternoon, we hung about the stalls and then wandered up to the Green fields to part-take in some good old-fashioned hippy stuff, before heading back for Foals’ triumph performance on the John Peel Stage. Having seen them play on the Other Stage a couple of years ago, it was interesting to see how their new material would fit in with their frantic early work. In truth, it added extra depth and tension to their already polished live show, with the the likes of ‘Spanish Sahara’ and ‘Miama’ balancing out the unbridled energy of ‘Cassius’ and ‘Hummer’.

In true John Peel Style we shunned the Pyramid Stage et al. for the rest of the evening and wandered up to the cluster of smaller stages in the far corner of the site, to experience the decadent and bizarre worlds of Trash City, Shangri La and Arcadia. On our way we passed through The Park to catch Midlake’s set, which had attracted a larger than expected crowd, probably due to the heat. After the longest sound-check in history the beardy band took to the stage and began their sombre set. It provided the perfect end to a hazy day with only the likes of ‘Young Bride’ and ‘Rosco’ bringing people to their feet, but that’s not why they were there. Most were just happy to bask In the layered vocal harmonies, before heading back to the aforementioned stages to get back on it.

Get on it they did. As we danced under the giant fire breathing stage of Trash City, revellers danced frantically around us and midgets dressed as oompa loompas gyrated above us. The mix of Dub Step and Drum and Bass continued into the wee hours, with hoards of people crushing the barriers behind us and charging through the security guards to make their way into the arena. As the heat crazed festival goers charged towards us we managed to escape via the back of the arena and make our way into the West Holts arena for more cider and bonfires!