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  1. Katy Perry sparkles and crowdsurfs, Solange gives us a birthday surprise, Stormzy signs in, and Foo Fighters bring on the fireworks

    Phoenix are now looking tight, both musically and trousers-wise, so I’m going to leave this blog right here. They’ll be reviewed later. Thanks for keeping me company. See you same time tomorrow for the titan of rock that is Ed Sheeran. Good night!

    It’s washed away by Warpaint doing the fabulous song Undertow. There’s also a Grohl link in the way it seems to nod to Nirvana’s Polly.

    Lauren and Huw are on the TV in their zone by the Park stage, and they’re introducing Tom Walker, who sounds like a cross between James Blake, Adele and Paolo Nutini – in other words, just a bit contrived.

    I’m persevering with BBC2 for a bit, but Alt-J aren’t making it easy.

    And here come the fireworks as they come to a halt, three minutes past midnight. They’re taking a well-deserved bow. Whatever you think of the songs, they gave that performance all they had.

    Despite all the sniffy comments and smug elitism the foos prove you wrong where it matters. Emotion and a crowd that stays to the end.

    “We never really say goodbye, we just say this,” says Grohl as the band mounts an assault on Everlong.

    “I feel loose, I feel good – this is the fucking big one, man, I’m into it,” Grohl tells the crowd. “Thank you for sticking around with our band for 22 years.” The UK, he says, is “Where we became a band.”

    This is the perfect cover version for them – crowd-pleasing, epic, extravagant – and they knock it out of the park.

    Dave Grohl’s off to play the drums while Taylor Hawkins sings. They’re doing Queen and David Bowie’s Under Pressure.

    Dave Grohl annouces that he was told by a journalist that you’re not allowed to swear at Glastonbury – presumably because of the BBC broadcast. Grohl adds that Adele holds the record for the most “fucks” in a live broadcast and then breaks it by singing the f-word about 50 times. It’s juvenile, but also funny and charming coming from him, the nicest man in rock.

    Regent Sounds of Denmark Street in London is getting some great publicity thanks to Taylor the drummer’s vest, which advertises it. It’s a real place, too.

    Johnny Depp is much in evidence this festival:

    There's yer actual Johnny Depp watching Foo Fighters pic.twitter.com/ZrphrvYSWz

    A reader writes, and fair enough:

    Dave Grohl showing how to headline a festival.......give them what they want......and then give them some more.

    Excellent stuff!

    After appealing to the crowd to stop thinking about going to the “EDM tent”, Dave Grohl hits them with Best of You. It’s exhilarating, but not quite as great (so far) as Prince’s version at the Super Bowl back in 2008.

    After some expert teasing of the crowd, asked repeatedly whether or not they want a break, Foo Fighters hit them with a brutal Monkey Wrench. Meanwhile, according to WhatsApp, the Guardian’s features posse are at the Jacksons, who are currently playing Wanna Be Startin’ Something by Michael Jackson, who died eight years ago tomorrow.

    I can remember it vividly, because I was at Glastonbury. It was the Thursday night and I was having a nice chat with my friend Richard. Neither of us were entirely sober.

    Back to the Foos, and it’s their debut single, This is a Call. I’m old enough to remember Steve Lamacq playing this on the radio for the first time, back in the Cretaceous period (OK, 1995).

    It’s loud, vigorous and anthemic, but I remember at the time thinking there wasn’t that much depth to it, and my views haven’t changed in the intervening 22 years.

    They played one after the other, earlier tonight, and Hannah J Davies was there.

    Just when you think things cant get any better for UK Grime sensation Wiley...he signs for FC Barcelona. You just couldn't write it pic.twitter.com/AoRT6K3VYA

    And the hits keep coming – My Hero this time, which went down like a raw steak in a tank of piranhas.

    My Hero singalong pic.twitter.com/i1FmnuhGai

    Back to the Foos, and readers are emailing in in their, er, pairs. Keep your views coming!

    Dan Greenspan writes that we should be checking out Joe Goddard’s DJ set:

    Watching online from Los Angeles after trudging through the mud this time last year. I was bouncing around waiting for Warpaint on the Park stage, and man is this Joe Goddard set tremendous. Not a surprise given his Hot Chip affiliation, but it’s clever dance music you can actually dance to, not the derivative sludge that has taken over wide swaths of Coachella.

    The thing with the Foo Fighters is, they write some brilliant songs, but haven’t put together a consistently brilliant album since The Colour And The Shape. The upshot is, I never listen to their albums, but they are terrific value live when they can largely drop the dross. And Grohl is a masterful frontman.

    As the Foo Fighters finally slow things down a little, our Gwilym has been watching Father John Misty in the John Peel tent. I found his new album Pure Comedy rather impenetrable: it went down better live. Gwilym writes:

    Dave’s regency curls and beard do give him quite a familiar look:

    Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen smashing the pyramid stage at Glastonbury !!! #Glastonbury2017 #FooFighters

    When Taylor Hawkins, Foo Fighters drummer, was announced, he hollered “daaaay-oh!” at the crowd, Freddie Mercury’s old bit of singalong stagecraft. “That’s two Queen things already,” fretted Grohl. Hawkins then led the band on Cold Day in the Sun, before Grohl ripped into Congregation. Eight songs in and it’s still good, dumb fun. A man in the field tweets:

    I've waited 16 years for this. What's an extra 2 years between friends?! The @foofighters are giving it all killer, no filler!

    “I don’t think Ted Nugent is popular here,” says Grohl of the Trump-supporting git while introducing the rest of the Foo Fighters – the guitarist had just busted out a Nugent riff. When he gets to bass player Nate Mendel, the band launch into a snatch of Queen’s Another One Bites the Dust.

    Earlier on, Kate Hutchinson went to see Solange at the West Holts stage. I saw this show at Primavera, and loved it every bit as much as Kate did.

    Another hit, The Pretender. “Do you love rock’n’roll?” Dave enquires of the crowd. “Do you wanna dance with me?” It’s 2017 but in an ever-changing world, some things are perennial.

    It’s going to be long night, says Grohl. They’ve got eight albums of material, and a ninth in the can “which you ain’t even fuckin’ heard yet”. Nine albums, yikes. That’s three times the amount Nirvana managed.

    Look at the size of that crowd at the Pyramid for Foo Fighters! KG pic.twitter.com/BfZ895N1aH

    A reader called Crannon is kind enough to email:

    I always think i can’t bothered for Foo Fighters and am well over them, but they’re hard to deny. Bloody good songs and sound great live.

    Nothing is being left to chance – the Foo Fighters are doing their third hit in succession: Learn to Fly. It’s not subtle, but it’s brutally effective.

    I’m either a pushover or the Foo Fighters are bringing their A game, because I’m already enjoying this quite a lot.

    Now it’s All My Life. It’s safe to say that the Foo Fighters aren’t going the Radiohead route of stuffing the set with difficult deep cuts... mainly because, to my knowledge, they haven’t got any. The crowd are going nuts, almost drowning out the band on the chorus.

    And after an acoustic start, they slam into a full-on rock take on the song.

    As Dave himself would holler: “I got a confession to make!” I don’t really get the appeal of the Foo Fighters, but in the spirit of Glastonbury I’m going to stick with this in the hope of being convinced. At the moment, I’m still baffled that Grohl went from being in one of the best bands of all time (Nirvana) to this bunch, wildly successful though they are.

    “As I was sitting in my wheelchair, watching the show on TV, Florence played a fucking Foo Fighters song way better than we ever played it.” So they’re starting the show with that song, and dedicating it to Florence. It’s Times Like These.

    Now it’s the Foo Fighters, who were booked in 2015 but had to bow out after Dave Grohl broke his leg. He’s dressed all in black and greets the crowd saying “I’m about two years late tonight, I’m sorry. Traffic was a bitch. Let me tell you, for all of you who were here in 2015, I’m sorry I missed you.”

    He’s back! The crowd looks enormous and it’s exciting to see Stormzy boss them so convincingly. This moment hasn’t been broadcast yet, but the #grime4corbyn posse, of whom Stormzy was such an effective member, should be enjoying their unexpected success in moving the political needle:

    Stormzy joins in the "Ohhhhh Jeremy Corbyn" chant pic.twitter.com/rvWW0D7UCS

    OK, now it’s Stormzy, tearing up Big for Your Boots on the Other Stage... except the transmission is screwed.

    Now we’re getting Wormrot, a Muslim band from Singapore who are, we’re told, “brutal”.

    I’m still on BBC2 – and we’re getting a digest of the Earache records thrash metal showcase that hit an unsuspecting Glastonbury on Thursday night. “We don’t set out to shock people but the music is clearly sonically exytemely violent – we get a kick out of wrecking people’s heads,” says Mark “Barney” Greenway, the singer from Napalm Death.

    BBC2 is now showing Wiley, who’s doing Wearing My Rolex while wearing a Barcelona training tracksuit. The view on Twitter is harsh:

    Wiley's set right now feels like a secondary school house party and one of the lasses has taken control of the aux cable! #Glastonbury2017

    Liam’s talking about his state of mind post-gig to Jo Whiley: “At the moment I’m just fucking spaced out and that jazz shit ain’t helping.”

    We just saw a bit of them on BBC2, and now Ben Beaumont-Thomas has reviewed the Mali marvels. He writes:

    Songhoy Blues jamming on The Park stage. #Glastonbury #SonghoyBlues pic.twitter.com/wqMZ00eVJi

    Eleri Shone, festival staff

    Katy Perry is now launching into It’s a Hard Knock Life, which in turn morphs into her anthem Roar. And then she stagedives! It is Glastonbury after all. That seemed like a pretty vigorous performance to me with all the hits and some psychedelic touches to boot. Bravo Katy Perry.

    Meanwhile artist Grayson Perry offers some ambiguous shade:

    Katy Perry in daylight at Glastonbury seems like something from the village fete

    There’s nothing new under the sun:

    Katy Perry continues to take inspiration from the seminal Paper Lace. pic.twitter.com/vmS4iJ1kzl

    The dancer are now wearing giant venus fly-traps on their heads (or something) in order to convey the full majesty of California Gurls. Meanwhile, Hermione Gingold has a query in the comments:

    is it just me or is katy p spending most of her energy spreading the upper thigh of her unflattering outfit to avoid camel-toe before the watershed?

    x

    Ben Beaumont-Thomas gives his appraisal – watch out for spoilers! Ben writes:

    “I didn’t know you still liked me!” Shameless fishing from Katy Perry here, from thousands of people who clearly adore her as much as ever. After the blockbuster album Prism, Katy Perry could have relaxed back into something pensive and mellow, but instead she’s doubled down with pounding house beats underpinning breathy and steely pop songwriting. Not all of these totally connect but it’s a tough ask with a new album just out, and the sassy Swish Swish has tens of women sashaying away from one another. And the hits, backed with fantastical costumed dancers, go down a storm.

    Now wearing giant eyes on their head, Katy Perry’s dancers have also got the Guardian fashion desk’s seal of approval:

    Glastonbury best dressed = Katy Perry's dancers

    I tried my best with the National, currently being broadcast on BBC4, but Katy Perry is doing Teenage Dream while prancing around in a glittery catsuit with an Illuminati eye on it and accompanied by nine human pompoms. So BBC2 it is for now.

    Toby and Sarah from Brighton

    Looks like last night’s Radiohead set has inspired its own fake news.

    This is funny. Those hipsters thought the guitar tuning was "art" #Radiohead pic.twitter.com/GdiTLvf2hy

    On TV, Liam’s leading a singalong of Don’t Look Back in Anger dedicated to those who lose their lives in the London and Manchester terror attack and Grenfell Tower fire. You’d have to be pretty hard-hearted not to be moved by this.

    Liam Gallagher // Don't Look Back In Anger, Glastonbury 2017.

    Sublime. pic.twitter.com/Ee2YVvlnH5

    Our Hadley Freeman has spotted none other than the shadow chancellor watching, of all things, Craig David at Glastonbury. He’ll chill on Sunday.

    Spotted at Craig David's show at Glastonbury: Craig super fan, John McDonnell. Always thought he had the look of a man who likes Seven Days pic.twitter.com/PoGnfFWvBM

    Attitude is Everything are in the business of improving deaf and disabled people’s access to live music and are sharing videos and images of accessibility at Glastonbury. Check out their twitter feed here.

    One more #viewingplatformselfie, this time by @nomsily during @katyperry's #glastonbury2017 #pyramidstage set today! pic.twitter.com/C7Adixi9e4

    As those of us at home watch Liam on BBC4, where he’s sounding pretty great and looking sharp AF (big up to his dentist and personal trainer), here’s a review by Gwilym Mumford, who was in the field to see him in the flesh a couple of hours ago.

    For the victims of Manchester and London attacks, and #GrenfellTower
    For the first time EVER, @LiamGallagher sings Don't Look Back in Anger pic.twitter.com/730OxB8C7u

    And it looks like he broke his promise to check out a lot of grime at Glastonbury:

    Jo Whiley to Liam Gallagher on R2 just now at Glasto:

    "Did you watch any of the performances yesterday?"

    "No I was watching Love Island"

    Corbyn was so huge he forced Guardian contributor Dorian Lynskey into Glastonbury’s little-heralded rainforest area:

    Crowd so absurdly big that I had to listen to Corbyn from inside a tree. pic.twitter.com/MKEG7d50Xf

    The memories of Radiohead’s opinion-dividing set haven’t quite faded – people are still arguing about it on Twitter – but Saturday afternoon at Glastonbury was all about Jeremy Corbyn. The absolute boy delivered a passionate speech to an enormous crowd at 4.15pm, culminating in a quote from Shelley’s The Mask of Anarchy, and people have been arguing about it on the internet ever since. For instance:

    Why should we pay the BBC licence fee just so they can promote @JeremyCorbyn? Outrageous. https://t.co/in0cfIFw4x

    Right-wing journos getting aggy over Corbyn at Glasto because if they held an event, about 8 people would go and half of them would heckle.

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  2. The Labour party leader got the biggest crowd of the weekend so far as warm-up man for Run the Jewels. Plus all the rest of the action from Saturday daytime

    Okay everyone, that’s it for the Guardian day blog. Alex Needham will guide you through this evening’s performers, highlights including Katy Perry, Liam Gallagher, Solange, and, depending on what your definition of ‘highlights’ is, Foo Fighters.

    We’re all off for a celebratory pint. Easy on the froth, Corbz!

    Serving @WorkersBeerCo at the Solstice Bar. Beers #ForTheMany at #Glastonbury. pic.twitter.com/YKU67NIo9Q

    Time for another highlight from our Corbyn interview.

    Asked what the naughtiest thing he’d ever done at a festival was, Corbyn replied: “Oh it’s far too bad, I can’t possibly tell you,” he said, before adding: “Where’s the nearest wheat field?”

    Big news, fans of chiselled jaws.

    Kyle Maclachlan of Twin Peaks fame has been spotted in the audience for Katy Perry. He had his kids with him and allegedly looked tanned.

    Friends Neil Phillips and Neil Lansdowne with Louis Phillips, 3

    Aren’t pop-punk trio Busted by now just a Glasto novelty act? At one point, they were a tween band, heavily styled in sub-Green Day matching ties and spiked hair, armed with sugary anthemia about school, crushes and scenarios that will be familiar to those who watch bro-coms. Now, though, they’ve done a bit of a Take That: grown up, had children, and leant in to Kings Of Leon-ish soft rock and ropey but gently danceable punk-funk (which doesn’t sound unlike a discofied Klaxons, minus the Ayuahasca, or Friendly Fires in their Jamie Principles stage).

    Nostalgia triggered or not, Busted’s fans have grown up and are out in their droves. The band have drawn an abnormally large crowd to their Avalon performance, spilling out of the tent 200 people back. They start with old ‘classic’ Air Hostess, but it’s not long before their stuff that sounds like literally everything else, preened into borecore perfection, gets an airing. There’s slight relief in the downtempo 80s power ballad that sound like an ultra sax-y Phil Collins by way of Michael Bolton (that’ll be frontman Charlie’s vocal husk), or the Top Gun soundtrack, which seems to suit them.

    Continuing our portrait series, we ran into music writer, manager and founder of punk band the Membranes, John Robb.

    Sauntering on stage to the sound of portentous choral chanting, Wild Beasts’ frontman Hayden Thorpe is dressed top to toe in white – the combined effect of outfit and entrance music summoning a vision of the second coming of Christ.

    It’s not an allusion the band can really live up to, especially since they kick off with generally underwhelming songs from their recent album Boy King, which prize organ-rattling beats and wiry soul over Thorpe’s eccentric warble – something that marked the band out as a fresh of breath air when they first emerged in 2006.

    A lot of attention has been paid to Corbyn’s rallying words of revolution, but I know what you’re really thinking: what can his creased denim shirt tell us about his home affairs policies? Luckily, fashion editor Hannah Marriott is here to decode his sartorial choices:

    “Undoubtedly, Jeremy Corbyn is far too busy with politics to be paying attention to the trends emerging from the men’s fashion shows in Paris this weekend. And yet, spookily enough, his outfit today closely mirrors some of the strongest spring/summer 2018 men’s looks.

    Not all of the young people at Glastonbury are interested in politics. One of our young reviewers has instead been considering her verdict on Maggie Rogers’ performance earlier this afternoon.

    While Glastonbury’s reinvigorated political spirit is something to celebrate, Nadia Rose’s Park Stage performance is initially hindered by Corbyn and Run the Jewel’s scene stealing stage clash. The Labour leader and rap duo’s presence at the Pyramid stage has hoovered up half of the site it seems, leaving a very modest crowd at the hill top venue.

    It’s her fourth show of the weekend but that’s not prevented the south London MC’s high-energy performance. With a five strong squad of friends joining her on stage, she darts and dodges like a nimble boxer and boasts just as much in between tracks as she does on them.

    No act at the festival has a better hype man than Run the Jewels. In fact, he’s a little too good: there’s a notable exodus of Corbynistas when El-P and Killer Mike take to the stage after the Labour leader’s appearance. Still, a significant chunk of the audience does stick around, which in itself is pretty remarkable. This is a group that were always seen as decidedly “for the heads” - a Pyramid slot was never part of the equation.

    Our photographer David Levene was on stage with Corbyn as he addressed the masses. Check out that crowd!

    Before Corbyn came on, a video played to the crowds featuring socialist and peace campaigner EP Thompson, himself addressing the Glastonbury crowds in the 1980s. Left-wing Twitter went into kissy-eye emoji mode:

    Shout for the great EP Thompson by Corbyn - love it. #Glastonbury2017

    EP Thompson getting namechecked at Glasto, what a time to be alive

    Thank you #Glastonbury for inviting me to speak on the Pyramid Stage about how, together, we can build a country #ForTheMany, not the few. pic.twitter.com/vutOyFsFSo

    There have been some pretty mega Pyramid stage crowds in the past – the Rolling Stones in 2013 often thought of as the daddy of them all – and by all accounts Corbyn was up there with them.

    Major congestion following @jeremycorbyn's #Glastonbury speech. This is 20min after the speech ended; crowd is still clearing pic.twitter.com/BTeOeIoPt9

    Currently at #Glastonbury. This was the view from the back of the crowd that turned out for Jeremy Corbyn. pic.twitter.com/fuqdG2rNoa

    The biggest crowd I think I've ever seen at #Glastonbury is for Jeremy Corbyn. Easily rivals Rolling Stones, Oasis and Dolly Parton pic.twitter.com/3UWFzF99EI

    Tens of thousands gathered to watch Corbyn in the mid afternoon, a crowd of the size typically reserved for Glastonbury headliners. Almost all watching were fans; many wore T-shirts bearing his face or name, and there were banners of appreciation in the crowds.

    Our reporter Lisa O’Carroll was canvassing opinion from Corbyn fans after his rousing speech:

    Martin Worsnip, 25: "I was more excited about Corbyn than any else this weekend. He was inspiring,I joined the Labour Party because of him" pic.twitter.com/Tx6aghF1c1

    Cameron Quinn, 24, "he's the only politician who actually tells truth. I drove hour and half to Tory stronghold just to give hm 1 more vote" pic.twitter.com/dTjeH0RXnR

    He makes a final appeal to equality, and an end to the division in wealth and poverty. “We’re doing things differently, we’re doing things better!” He says he finds the “unlocking of potential” is inspirational.

    Rise like lions after slumber

    In unvanquishable number,

    “In every child there is a poem, a painting, music,” he says. “I want all our children to be inspired, to have the write to write music, and poetry and paint in the way they want. This festival gives that chance and opportunity... I’m proud to be here for that.”

    “We’re demanding something very different in our society and our lives. Is it right that so many people in our country have no home to live in and only a street to sleep on?... Is it right that so many people live in povery in a society surrounded by such riches?” He touches on Grenfell tragedy, and argues that EU citizens should be “part of our world”

    “The elites got it wrong!” he says of the election result. “Politics is about the lives of all of us, and the wonderful campaign that I was involved in... brought a lot of people back into politics because they believed there was something on offer for them. But what was even more inspiring was the number of young people who got involved for the very first time... they are fed up with being denigrated... and being told that their generation was going to pay more to get less.”

    Corbyn’s here! He says Michael Eavis brought the “spirit of love” to Glastonbury – and makes a dig at Donald Trump, highlighting a poster that says Build Bridges, Not Walls.

    When Craig David performs The Rise And Fall – a sombre, Sting-assisted meditation on the vacillations of fame from his second album Slicker Than Your Average – he prefaces it with a heartfelt speech about the ups and downs of his own career. But it seems unlikely that, even at his most optimistic, he would have imagined that his comeback would pan out like this: the crowd gathered for him at the Pyramid Stage is enormous – considerably larger than the one assembled for Radiohead last night.

    Corbs is getting ready for his big Pyramid stage appearance by getting on the lash:

    At the Solstice Bar at #Glastonbury. Looking forward to my 4pm speech at the Pyramid Stage. pic.twitter.com/DPnvPvLYrp

    Jeremy Corbyn pulling a pint at Glastonbury is the best thing ever pic.twitter.com/26VQ2DVyzu

    We’ve overheard Ed Balls saying how much he loved Clean Bandit last night! Here they are on site, looking a bit like sex cultists from the future:

    look who we bumped into at @glastofest @marinadiamandis

    Shaggy’s hit It Wasn’t Me remains weirdly inspirational for its none-so-brazen attitude towards lying about infidelity.

    No mucking about with cosmic bass lord Thundercat: the set begins with a 20 minute two song segment dedicated to his cat Turbo Tron and largely consists of tangential wonky bass solos and ‘meow’ choruses.

    Corbyn is such an attraction that the Kaiser Chiefs are going to be screening his talk during their own set:

    We'll be showing @jeremy_corbynmp's chat on our screens just before we play the Other Stage @glastofest on Saturday. Don't miss out. #JCandKCs

    James Coke has been asking more of the disabled festivalgoers about their experiences here. Next up is Margaret Heyes from Abergele in north Wales.

    I’ve got sciatic rheumatoid arthritis, which is very painful, and I’ve also got spondylosis of the spine and can’t bend. The guys here, you can rent a scooter from, and the people are very helpful. If you get stuck or anything they will come and help you.

    I have to have a high bed as I can’t get on the floor but I like camping here. I come to Glastonbury every year and have been seven times now. The campsite here this year is an awful lot better than it was; the showers and pathways have improved a lot although they could do with a few less tents so you can get in between them a bit, but I suppose that’s how they like it. It’s a bit overcrowded but I enjoy it. My best ever Glastonbury moment was Dolly Parton in 2014 – she was amazing.

    Charli XCX has been making friends after her tip top set yesterday:

    I feel like we're gonna be causing a lot of trouble together in the v near future..... uhoh ❤️ ps u crushed glasto by @iamhalsey

    Adopted sister @charli_xcx pic.twitter.com/UZWbiREfGz

    She’s cute as buttons but her words will CUT YOU: it’s our eight-year-old child music reviewer Z. Here’s what she made of Lorde’s set yesterday:

    10/10. My mum and I really like Lorde because she’s a New Zealander like my mum - there were lots of Kiwi flags and Lorde said thanks for bringing them. I liked Liability the best when she was sitting on the edge of the stage. Her dancing was really unusual. The only thing was that Daddy made us leave early to see Radiohead - boo!

    6/10. It was loud and funky but they’re not as good as Katy Perry, Little Mix or Justin Timberlake. They had one guitarist too many. I actually fell asleep in the middle but the song at the end [Vapour Trail] made me dance with my dad so that made me happy.

    We live in a corrupted era of not knowing what’s real, what’s leaked, and what’s a mere smokescreen from our lizard overlords. We’re also at Glastonbury, where rumours fly around like wildfire – people rumoured to be playing include Lady Gaga, Diana Ross and Harry Styles, hopefully together in some deranged Supremes redux.

    So in the spirit of the age, Gwilym Mumford has been going round asking people what they’ve been hearing on the fake news grapevine.

    Phoenix are cooler than you and are closing out the Other stage today. A message from them:

    See you soon @GlastoFest! #TiAmo pic.twitter.com/Hpt5n0KIRX

    Oh what a beautiful morning oh what a beautiful day I got a beautiful feeling Glastonbury I'm on my way as you were LG x

    The absolute boy has arrived:

    Just arrived at #Glastonbury. Met with staff who help make this brilliant festival happen. Looking forward to speaking on Pyramid Stage @ 4 pic.twitter.com/z3xgnlwxM6

    Great meeting emergency service staff at #Glastonbury. At festivals, sporting events and in our communities they are there when we need them pic.twitter.com/N6tIW8OtQB

    Jeremy Corbyn getting the train up to Glastonbury like a normal guy... when the fuck can we get this man to be our Prime Minister!? pic.twitter.com/GDtzdk2U8h

    While you were moaning about the walk to Shangri-La, our mobility-impaired reporter James Coke was bossing it all over the place in his all-terrain wheelchair. Here’s his roundup of yesterday’s action:

    What a first day – you are so spoiled for choice from the 100 stages dotted all over the site. Checked out Nothing But Thieves on the Other stage, and later watched Royal Blood from one of the disabled viewing platforms where you are packed in tight but have a perfect vista. The drum and bass combo had to be my highlight of the day – awesome stuff!

    Getting around is proving to be a strain even on the mountain trike, so to iron out the bumps and give my carer Grant a break pushing me up those hills, I might hire a mobility scooter on Saturday, which are available for hire in the disabled field where we are camping. The hire charge is a bit steep, just like some of the hills here, though it should be a sound investment.

    In case you missed it last night, we bagged an exclusive interview with laser salesman and intergalactic antagonist Lord Buckethead, who famously ran against Theresa May in her constituency in the general election. He introduced Sleaford Mods on stage yesterday, and Nadia Khomami had a sit down with him afterwards.

    Related:Lord Buckethead: 'A pain au chocolat could negotiate Brexit better than Theresa May'

    Related:Rock bottom: Glastonbury makes it the year of the bumbag

    Two more in our People of Glastonbury portrait series here, where we show off the wonderful cross-section of humanity at the festival. Next up: Gill Pitch and David Esson.

    “How’s it going Miami?!” grins Whitney’s vocalist and drummer Julien Ehrlich at the damp crowd congregated around the Other stage. The real question, however, is if the irreverent Chicagoan indie lads can lift the rain-drizzled audience’s sodden spirits.

    My own highlight of last night was queer US rapper Mykki Blanco performing Hey Big Spender in full drag in gay nightclub NYC Downlow, segueing into deep house from Harry Romero – fabulousness levels were off the charts.

    Check out our Facebook Live video with Mykki from yesterday afternoon, interviewed by Kate Hutchinson:

    Liam Gallagher is playing later on today, but bad news for anyone hoping for an Oasis reunion – when I interviewed Noel Gallagher on stage last night he gave me an emphatic “no comment”. But he was very forthcoming on lots of other things:

    With shiny ribbons hanging off her jumpsuit and long hippie chick locks, Maryland folk-popster Maggie Rogers is perfectly aligned with the many glitter-covered Glasto revellers who’ve packed into the John Peel tent to see her (albeit maybe slightly with a bit less dirt on her). Her story so far – being spotted by Pharrell and garnering millions of YouTube views before bagging a major label deal – is far from uncommon, but what is unusual is her genuine modesty at the buzz that surrounds her.

    Sad news ahead of Run the Jewels’ set today – Killer Mike’s mother has died. He posted this message on Instagram:

    I'm doing this show today for U girl. "You gotta grind Michael. Don't let no nigga front u shit. Be a man". Your voice and those words Never ever leave me. I am haunted in the best way by your drive to not be a sucker for anyone. I love u girl. I miss u. I adore u. #MadonnaAndChild #NiecysBoy #MamaNiecy

    Gwilym Mumford meanwhile was over on the Park stage watching the Flaming Lips:

    Zorbing. A giant inflatable rainbow. Confetti. Absolutely tons of confetti. Whoever has to sort the Flaming Lips’ props deserves a raise. As you might expect their Park stage headline set was a migraine-inducing circus of colour and light, marshalled by gonzo ringmaster Wayne Coyne.

    While Radiohead were dividing fans on the Pyramid with a setlist stocked with deep cuts, the Lips delivered a set that delivered hit after hit, from Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt. 1 to She Don’t Use Jelly. Recognising Glasto’s longstanding relationship with David Bowie, the band even covered Space Oddity, featuring, of course, Coyne in his customary inflatable orb. “I hope this festival is here in 1,000 years,” Coyne said during a rousing closing sermon. As the confetti rained down and the wistful opening chords of Do You Realise burst forth, it was tempting to wish they would be there with it.

    While Radiohead were helping 100,000-odd people mope as one over on the Pyramid stage, Hannah J Davies was having her frown turned emphatically upside down by Major Lazer, headlining the Other stage:

    So popular is the sound of Major Lazer’s dancehall, house, R&B and reggae-flecked pop, and its many copycats, they feel like an easy target for snark. And their reliance on starry features meant that last night’s Bieber-less Cold Water or 2015 smash Lean On – also delivered without Danish singer Mø – did feel a little like someone’s summer Spotify playlist was playing over the Other Stage speakers.

    And yet, Diplo, Jillionaire and Walshy Fire are magnetic on stage, commanding the crowd to throw their hands up so many times it does start to feel a little bit like an extreme workout vid. Dua Lipa joins them for slick collab My Love, while everything from Future to the Spice Girls to Usher is weaved into a set that jolts from their latest bangers right back to Get Free and Pon De Floor. Plus: flares, obscene amounts of purple smoke and Diplo rolling around in an inflatable ball. Major indeed.

    First up, a few reviews from after the liveblog went to bed last night, starting with Dizzee Rascal. Kate Hutchinson was there:

    As Radiohead gently wail over at the Pyramid stage, a rapper from Bow called Dizzee Rascal is drawing a humongous crowd with his all-strobing show at West Holts, his flow still as on fire as it was in the days when his debut album Boy In Da Corner won a Mercury music prize and put grime in the spotlight in 2003. He is wearing a T-shirt bearing the artwork for new album Raskit; it’s “delayed but it’s coming”, he says, and it gets an airing in the form of tracks that echo his grime roots while keeping his role as chart courting pop artist firmly in mind. “I ain’t never gonna lie, I want a piece of the pie,” he raps on one new track, as if to underline that.

    One of the anthems that established him as grime’s greatest hope, I Luv U, gets an airing, next to the major drum breaks of Sirens, the zipping electro whomp of Bonkers and Fix Up Look Sharp, still perhaps his greatest tune to date; its pummelling bass could hype even the most weary of crowds.

    Welcome back to our Glastonbury coverage! We’ll be liveblogging throughout a day where big pop hitters like Katy Perry and Craig David will attempt to kickstart a rather grey site, where grime heavyweights Wiley and Stormzy will go toe to toe, and where Liam Gallagher will probably say something unpleasant about his brother. There’ll also be some bloke called Jeremy Corbyn. Keep it, as they say, locked.

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  3. Radiohead balanced gloom and glory, Lorde hypnotised with a supernatural performance, and even David Beckham turned up

    I think when you’re a strange magical person – and I’m a witch – you know what it’s like. You know that you’re not too much for everyone

    She’s a relentlessly entertaining performer, pulling out all the stops, spectacle-wise – flanked by four silver air-dancers, who gyrate beside her, before firing off a cannon full of pink paper

    The shy showmanship of the xx is the antithesis of rock’n’roll, but as the the sort of heritage hipster act they’ve become – big beats and maximum melancholy – it makes for an apt appetiser for the headliners

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  4. Despite alienating visuals, Thom Yorke’s random chat and an eclectic set that includes a hefty slice of experimental fare, the band leave the crowd satisfied by saving their best till last

    At least one member of the vast crowd that assembles for Radiohead’s headlining set has come pre-prepared – he’s carrying a giant orange flag emblazoned with a legend demanding to hear something from deep within the band’s back catalogue: PLAY THE FUCKING BENDS, it reads. Despite his clearly legible plea, it isn’t to be, and, initially at least, it looks like anyone anticipating anything approaching the greatest hits is out of luck as well.

    The band’s set starts out in remarkably low-key style, the screens either side of the stage turned off, the band playing a lambent piano ballad. When the screens do come on, they’re showing a pretty abstract interpretation of what’s actually happening on stage – images of Radiohead’s members overlaid with each other, static interference and computer graphics.

    Related:Corbyn chants, T-shirts and sculptures: Jeremania hits Glastonbury

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  5. Worthy Farm welcomed the stars of grime, film stars muscled on to the Pyramid stage, while Charli XCX and Dua Lipa pulled out all the stops to light up the festival’s first full day of music

    Thanks for following along everyone. We’re taking a short break, and then restarting at 7.30pm, where we’ll have reviews of Radiohead, Kate Tempest, The xx, Lorde and probably some more ridiculously good-looking A-list blokes.

    Following our exclusive news story last week, it’s officially official – Corbyn is incoming.

    Jeremy Corbyn will be at the Festival tomorrow, to speak on the Pyramid Stage at 4pm and at the Left Field at 4.30pm. #Glastobury2017

    Related:Corbyn chants, T-shirts and sculptures: Jeremania hits Glastonbury

    Given she’s only eight years old, we’re probably flouting some kind of child labour law by employing Z as a reviewer, but she’s just too damn adorable. Following her scathing takedown of Napalm Death earlier, how will Basil Brush fair after his appearance in the Kidzfield?

    My favourite bit was Basil’s Elvis impression with his black wig and glasses. The foam pie throwing was good too. He doesn’t look like he does on the TV but he’s still a funny, cheeky fox who goes “Boom boom!” a lot – and my dad did too!

    Our reporter James Coke is rolling around the site in an all-terrain wheelchair trike, and meeting other people who aren’t letting disability get in the way of an amazing weekend. Next up is disabled access steward Tony Lawson.

    I first came to Glastonbury in 1989. In 1993, a motorbike smash left me with mobility issues. I carried on coming and in 2005 I joined the disabled access crew. I carried on working for them and will carry on working for them as long as they’ll have me. Best job in the world.

    The Spring Ground disabled camping field is like its own little festival within a festival. It’s a lot of the same staff and the same customers every year. The customers in here tend to have their own festival, their own group of friends, and it comes together like one big family within this field.

    Kate Hutchinson is interviewing the fabulous Mykki Blanco live now – ask questions on our Facebook page and follow along!

    Johnny Depp’s magical mystery tour of Glastonbury continues. After turning up at the Cineramageddon stage yesterday, where he casually issued an assassination threat against the current sitting US president, he rocked up on the Pyramid this afternoon playing acoustic guitar for Kris Kristofferson. At this rate he should be performing interpretive dance in the Theatre and Circus field by, oh, 6.30?

    At 5.30pm we’ll be having a Facebook Live chat with the incredible queer rapper Mykki Blanco, backstage at Glastonbury’s premier gay nightspot, NYC Downlow. Read up on him then follow along on the Guardian Facebook page.

    Related:Mykki Blanco: ‘I didn’t want to be a rapper. I wanted to be Yoko Ono’

    Johnny Depp is back! He’s on stage with Kris Kristofferson right now. Must have heard Beckham was in town.

    #johnnydepp #pyramid #glastonburyfestival #kriskristofferson

    Dua Lipa is FREAKING OUT you guys:

    That was the craziest moment of my life. Glastonbury I will remember this day until I die

    Continuing our People of Glastonbury portrait series, here’s Ben Hassan.

    This year’s festival has its very own Glastronaut. Mike Massimino is a former Nasa spaceman who was involved in the crucial final repair mission of the Hubble telescope in 2009. Appearing in the suitably lofty perch of the Crow’s Nest stage, Massimino regaled a packed crowd with entertaining tales of his storied career, which very nearly didn’t get off the ground: he failed the Nasa application three times and was told that his poor eyesight would disqualify him from ever becoming an astronaut. Massimino eventually proved the naysayers wrong and entered outer space. When he got there he was so overwhelmed by the sight of Earth he had to look away. “I thought ‘this is too beautiful for human eyes. People are not supposed to see this’”.

    Maximum allowable points for this pro-level celeb spotting.

    Festival highlight contender - Martin Roberts from Homes Under The Hammer being as nice as he seems #Glastonbury2017 pic.twitter.com/J2lC4evt2c

    The latest artist to experience the William Onyeabor effect of reissue culture – largely resurfacing musical pioneers from beyond the west – and surfing the latest wave of African music that bangs is Ghanaian singer/rapper/smiliest human alive Yaw Atta-Owusu. His album Obaa Sima was rereleased in 2015 by the feted Awesome Tapes from Africa label, 20 years after a small cassette run, and its pumping and retro-futuristic blend of reggae, highlife, Luther Vandross-ish American soul, Run DMC-era hip-hop, electro-funk and house draws smiles as wide as the West Holts stage. With his young band Ata Kak, his music feels like spiritual cleansing as the sizeable crowd, in kaftans and grandpa caps, dances off its collective hangover and sings along to his scatting. Hi-hats titter and take his tunes into more contemporary clubby realms; at times, despite the overcast afternoon, it feels almost Balearic. Surely the vibiest set of the festival so far.

    If you’ve just stopped swooning at Johnny Depp, get ready to fall down anew, as the man with the most handsomely crinkled eyes on the planet, David Beckham, is knocking around.

    All weekend we’re going to be running a photo series called People of Glastonbury, showing off the bizarre and beautiful folk who are drawn to the festival’s much-touted mystic energy. First up is Hannah Small:

    Get ready for some serious moves, John Peel tent.

    Glastonbury tonight!!

    Performing 12 times across three days, Leeds artist Mik Artistik, 62, is the hardest working man at Glastonbury. Not that he likes that reputation. “I’d rather be a conundrum,” he says. 2017 marks the 10th year of Mik Artistik at Glastonbury – so I grabbed him for a quick chat about work ethic and what feeds his voracious appetite for performing.

    Related:Paper bag portraits by Mik Artistik - in pictures

    West Holts apparently had the biggest opening audience for their stage ever today, as the Hot 8 Brass Band crowdpleased the daylights out of them:

    @hot8brassband have just taken to the @westholtsofficial Stage at Glastonbury Festival! Catch them live 8PM tonight on @bbctwo performing from the BBC on site studio! #Hot8BrassBand #WeBrassHard #GlastonburyFestival #Glasto2017 #WestHolts #Live #BBC2

    Halsey has clearly never been to Glastonbury before.

    Weathers been beautiful but I'm kinda sad cause I bought wellies :(

    Related:Halsey: ‘I used to be a social queen – now I’m terrified of people’

    Indie might be a heritage industry these days, but Stockport band Blossoms draw on the best bits of the genre’s tradition for their swaggering but sweetly melodic brand of guitar music - including a decent sense of humour. During one particularly entertaining interval, frontman Tom Odgen asks a recent dumpee in the crowd for the name of their ex, then changes the lyrics of weepie ballad My Favourite Room in tribute to the unhappy couple – before segueing into a genuinely comic medley of You’re Gorgeous, Oasis’s Half the World Away and Last Christmas. It’s not just their banter that’s strong – they freshen swooning choruses and rowdy riffage with blasts of synthy disco, with the chiming, Stone Rose-esque Blown Rose a particular highlight. The band end on their earwormy anthem Charlemagne, a deserved radio hit last year, that proves there is joy– if not a huge of amount of excitement – yet to be found in blokes with guitars.

    Blossssssoms!!!!!#blossoms #glastonbury

    For grime fans, the Sonic tent is where it’s at. All Friday long it hosts the cream of British MCs, and is already off to a ravey start. On a “mad ting” is Big Tobz, flanked by two DJs, kicking off with Stormzy’s Big for Your Boots, mixed into Migos’s T-Shirt, and then playing his own new song Slay. “We’re gonna shut this shit down today, Glastonbury!” By the time his set ends, the festival has its first moshpit, and Tobz is in the middle of it.

    Our reporter James Coke, who has MS and is romping round Glastonbury in a special wheelchair trike, is meeting other disabled festivalgoers and hearing their experiences. First up is Dawn Fletcher-Park:

    I was diagnosed with MS in about 1990, but carried on going to festivals and camped out in the main field with the punters for a good 10 years after that. It got to the stage where I was tripping over the tent pegs, couldn’t sleep and the heat was just defeating me; I thought I couldn’t go on doing festivals any more.

    One of my friends suggested that I camp in the disabled-access camping, and I said: ‘Ooh, I’m not going to do that, I’m not disabled enough’. Then there was one year when I couldn’t leave my tent and I decided to give it a shot. It was like going to Club Med. It was great because they had accessible showers, accessible toilets, and the staff and volunteers were absolutely fantastic. After that I started volunteering for the festival.

    Johnny Depp may have departed, but you can still check out the Cinerarmageddon area where he appeared – it features a host of bizarre customised cars to watch films from. Our tip is: don’t go see Stalker if you’re in a wonky mood.

    Related:At the drive-in: Julien Temple's Glastonbury Cineramageddon

    Applause for this pun.

    #edsheeran #glastonbury2017

    In light of her recent paean to late night action – the Lil Yachty duet After the Afterparty – midday feels like an unnaturally early start for Charli XCX. She certainly doesn’t seem to be in pre-watershed mode, bounding on stage while demanding to know “What the fuck is up right now!” Clumsily high-kicking and air-punching like a drunk Sporty Spice, she opens with a taste of her brilliantly eccentric new mixtape Number 1 Angel, fusing trap and syrupy europop on Dreamer and nicking Neneh Cherry’s synth sound for Babygirl.

    After weeks of spontaneously emerging from boozy Brits nationwide, the “Oh, Jeremy Cor-byn” chant to the tune of Seven Nation Army has been the official song of Glastonbury so far:

    Yesterday an attempt was made to make the world’s biggest peace sign, and it was a pretty amazing effort:

    Gathering for peace at @GlastoFest #Glastonbury2017 pic.twitter.com/rIA2y8kksu

    Related:15,000 at Glastonbury set record for biggest human peace sign

    As well as small children, also joining us this year is James Coke, a wheelchair user with multiple sclerosis (and also a chef when he’s not reporting from Glastonbury). He’ll be meeting other disabled festivalgoers and sharing their experiences.

    Hello, my name is James Coke, and I’ve come to the festival this year to check out what it’s like for someone such as myself – I’ve got multiple sclerosis – attending with a disability. I’m on my mountain trike and hope to come out on the other side. It’s going to be an adventure so try and join me as I explore the site and find out what is on offer.

    The site is vast – it’s like a small city. Getting around is testing, but everywhere appears accessible and the disabled campground is perfect, populated by many affable, hardcore veterans, who appear to have made this place their second home. I had a good crack yesterday, managing to make it up a steep, bumpy incline to visit the famous stone circle and got to know my bearings. So today I’m ready for day one proper, taking in some bands and exploring more. Come Monday my arms are going to be lead …

    There was a sober start to the day earlier, with Peter Hook and Rowetta helping mark a minute’s silence for the victims of the Manchester Arena attack and the Grenfell Tower fire.

    While the rest of the site wandered dazed and hungry across the site, at 9am this morning eager fans of Radiohead were already lining up to secure their spaces for the headlining group.
    Mariko, 35, and Yuriko, 31, and Hans, 25, were dressed in the Oxford band’s merch and armed with bags full of food.

    Please meet Z, the youngest member of the Glastonbury reviewing team this year! She’ll be offering her take on the bands across the weekend. Here’s her take on Napalm Death:

    'They were loud and rude' - Napalm Death reviewed by an eight-year-old (courtesy of her @guardianfamily dad) #glastonbury pic.twitter.com/WNolHQ6TfC

    81-year-old festival founder Michael Eavis played his own secret set last night, delivering a blast of Elvis:

    Eavis Presley?? Glastonbury Festival founder Michael Eavis sings 'You Are Always On My Mind' by Elvis Presley in Avalon Cafe #glastonbury17 pic.twitter.com/K5cIeF3RTH

    Some more images from our team, documenting Glastonbury’s Thursday evening:

    One of the more unexpected bookings at Glasto this year is Napalm Death, the Brummie grindcore band whose violent energy doesn’t really dovetail with the hippie vibes wafting through the ether. But set in the Shangri-La area, which this year aims to wake people up to environmental devastation, it made total sense. Gwilym Mumford was on hand:

    It’s hard to think of a more apocalyptically apt choice to launch Glasto’s new metal-themed area than Napalm Death. Over 30 years and 16 albums, the grindcore goliaths – and Ed Miliband’s favourite band – have pummelled away at the boundaries of extreme music. Despite inching towards their 50s, Barney Greenway and co haven’t lost their ability to send timid audiences running to the hills.

    There are a few early exitees here as the band launch into the onslaught of the title track of their latest album Apex Predator – Easy Meat, but a surprising number of people seem to be sticking around. That’s largely because Napalm Death are a hugely entertaining prospect live, with Greenway’s droll wit breaking up the aural assault. “This is possibly one for the Napalm Death purists,” he deadpans before launching into a burst of violent noise that sounds near-identical to the one that preceded it.

    And the award for least exciting secret set goes to:

    SECRET SHOW. GLASTONBURY 12.15 bbc introducing stage! come for some stripped back chill breakfast vibes. live on @BBCR1 too! @bbcintroducing pic.twitter.com/xHazDm3YZT

    The guest of honour last night was Johnny Depp, who introduced a screening of The Libertine, a period romp that disappeared into a Mortdecai-sized hole back in 2004. If he was attending a Johnny Depp fancy-dress party, he would have scored highly – the hat was wide brimmed, the jeans were dishevelled, the jewellery was legion. Women who could be heard asking, “Isn’t he a wife-beater?” just moments earlier were soon puddles.

    Related:Johnny Depp jokes about killing Donald Trump in Glastonbury appearance

    So what went down last night? Team Guardian is still reeling from a wonderful set by Chilean producer and DJ Matias Aguayo, which blended up tropical post-punk with booming techno. Blast by Esa was a particular facemelter:

    The first performance on the Pyramid stage has already been and gone – it was Haçienda Classical, playing orchestral version of smash hit rave tunes. Harriet Gibsone was on hand:

    And so it begins. If the enormous crowd for Haçienda Classical is anything to go by, then Glastonbury 2017 is raring to rave. In previous years the opening slot on the Pyramid stage welcomes a smattering of early risers laying down their rugs and staking out their space for the rest of the day. This year, however, the nocturnal grooves, hedonistic stabs of piano and soul-quaking gospel vocals attracts everyone from dehydrated bucket-hat-wearing lads who lurked in the Manchester club in the 90s, energy-filled teens who are drawn to beats like glitter-adorned moths to flame, and families having their porridge oats and orange juice on picnic chairs.

    It’s an usual cross-section, but such is the populist appeal of twinning turbocharged club music with a luscious live band setup packed with surging brass, strings, and a hype-man in a waistcoat. It’s the ramped-up take on Ultra Nate’s Free that raises arms in the air and ignites the masses like an overly caffeinated Zumba class. Even the most cynical of minds can’t feel a little giddy at the optimism in the field already.

    Morning all! We’re on site at Glastonbury, where the clouds look benign, the bacon baps are being scoffed, and the glitter beards are being applied. We’ll be liveblogging throughout the weekend, bringing you all the best performances, photos, bizarre individuals, overheard nonsense, and so forth. There will also be beautiful galleries, incisive reviews of the headliners, and news about a certain (non-glitter) bearded special guest. Keep it locked, as they say.

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