“Do I Wanna Know?” prowls from the speakers like a stalking funk beast “Brianstorm” is more of a tornado “Snap Out of It” swings by like a Rat Pack Queens Of The Stone Age. Midnights is Taylor Swift’s darkest and most cryptic album yet - reviewĪ career overview of one of our least careerist major bands, the set swerves and spins through AM’s numerous left turns.Bon Iver live proves Justin Vernon has evolved into an electric-soul pioneer – review.Celebrity psychic Chris Riley shares what a reading could do for your relationship.Like a clip package of Reading’s best bits past, present and future, they’re proof that anything can still happen in alternative music. As singer Ellie Rowsell yowls on her knees through the mammoth gothic climax of “Moaning Lisa Smile”, pours a bottle of water over her head to cool down then launches straight into stratospheric ballad “The Last Man on Earth”, you can only bask in the astonishing imagination of it all. Bubblegum metal (“Smile”), grunge pop (“You’re a Germ”), euphoric acid funk (“Delicious Things”), power pop (“Bros”), pastoral folk (“Safe From Heartbreak (If You Never Fall in Love)”) and screaming speed punk (“Play the Greatest Hits”) are all crafted quintessentially Wolf Alice. Main Stage East is swamped for their spectacular display of stylistic manipulation, bending and contorting all manner of genres until they fit on their creaking trophy shelf. Today, for the first time, they boast the requisite crowd too. Tonight we rock.Īs so far and away Britain’s best contemporary alt-rock band that they’re frankly embarrassing the rest of the genre, London’s Wolf Alice have long boasted music worthy of a headline set here. Much of singer Grian Chatten’s arch Dubliner poetry is lost in the squall, but that’s for headphone days. Fontaine’s DC are a storm of volcanic drone punk and monotone yabbering, their set topped with a 16-year-old fan called Dexter being plucked from the crowd and utterly owning “Boys in the Better Land” on guitar. Is Jared Leto’s Thirty Seconds to Mars the most absurd vanity project in Hollywood history?Įarly evening, Main Stage East becomes a rare oasis of prime contemporary indie rock.Phil Collins: Lawsuit between musician and ex-wife ‘thrown out by judge’.Reading festival review, day one: Dave is a superstar, in his own emotional way.Dance with the commercialist devil, R&L, you’re gonna get gazumped. AJ Tracey smashes through half an hour of no-frills grime hits, replacing Kentucky rapper Jack Harlow for whom appearing at the MTV Music Awards trumped some grotty gig in Berkshire. The Lathums even drop a hefty dose of retro Americana, à la tonight’s headliners Arctic Monkeys, into their rousing indie gallops. Back on the advertised programme, in early afternoon both The Sherlocks and The Lathums provide ample evidence that Britain’s trade in anthemic canyon-indie northern “The” bands is perhaps the only one not yet decimated by Brexit. Hardcore screamers Wargasm turn up unexpectedly to open Main Stage East and Pendulum announce a secret set in the dance stage. On the morning of the festival, organisers Festival Republic are still cramming on suitable acts like expensive and unnecessary burger toppings. The traditional indie, metal and punk days piled on top of each other to be consumed in quick-fire bites.
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The catering is priced, we’ll assume, to reflect the fact that Saturday represents what would once be a full weekend at Reading crushed into twelve hours. The age of the £15 burrito has dawned, and judging by the cost of the average greasy burger out in the main arena, you’d be within your rights to demand it served wrapped in gold leaf and salted down the forearm of a charlatan. A cost-of-living crisis has hit Reading Festival.
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