Monday, August 25, 2008
And there it is! A great weekend all told. That there line up only tells half the story, of course. Special mentions to Friendly Fires, The Teenagers, Emmy The Great, Red Light Company and That Fucking Tank on the Festival Republic and Introducing Stages. And all the lovely people I wasn't expecting to bump into, but did, and all the lovely new people we met who shared their campfire with us or started randomly talking to me and Stevious. You rock.
Chant of the weekend, to the tune of 'If You're Happy And You Know It'...
"If you went to see Babyshambles you're a cunt".
Quite right... And best onstage speech: Just beating out the always witty We Are Scientists and Be Your Own Pet's orgy of self destruction, goes to former Moldy Peach Adam Green. A little worse for wear, even though it was first thing in the afternoon, and convulsing like he had scorpions in his boxers, halfway through the set, Adam delivered this advice...
"It's hot in here. You know, to convert from Celsius to Fahrenheit, you multiply by 1.8 and add 32, and that's your proper temperature in Fahrenheit. Science is the poetry of Maths. No...wait. Maths is the poetry of Science. I just worked that out right now. Here's a song that's about neither of those things. In fact it's not really about anything of any use to anyone. Unless you want to fuck a girl with no legs."
Anyway, here's some of the songs that just summed the whole thing up, including some frankly inspired covers.
1. Rage Against The Machine - Wake Up
2. Biffy Clyro - Living Is A Problem Because Everything Dies
3. Friendly Fires - Your Love (Frankie Knuckles Cover)
4. Blood Red Shoes - It's Getting Boring By The Sea
5. Be Your Own Pet - Becky
6. We Are Scientists - All That She Wants
7. The Subways - Rock 'n' Roll Queen
8. Bloc Party - I Would Die 4U / Flux
9. Manic Street Preachers - Pennyroyal Tea
10. Fucked Up - Smells Like Teen Spirit / Miss World
11. Adam Green - No Legs
12. Holy Fuck - Milkshake
13. Conor Oberst - Milkthistle
14. Chromeo - Needy Girl
15. CSS - Music Is My Hot Hot Sex
Oy. My head hurts. And I have lots of bruises. But at least I have now washed off the residue of my new fragrance: Eau de Reading, consisting of blood, sweat, tears, piss, beer, suncream, gin, rain, Jack Daniels, burnt plastic and glowstick juice. I shall now try and recreate it a la George's Marvellous Medicine. Stand back. This could get explosiony...
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