A lot of people wanted to watch Elbow. Tim opted for “reinforcements” from camp. Darren is covering The Mars Volta and Rob is off on a culture-seeking mission.
After a lap slappingly good set of doghouse blues, Elbow after Seasick Steve was just sacrilege.
I was briefly drawn to Sky Larkin on the Lake Stage but scuzzy, gungy indie was not on my menu. So I had a jacket potato with lots of cheddar and wandered up to the Sunrise Arena.
A combination of woodchip and sawdust seems to perennially float about to this hayfever sufferer’s annoyance. If I was looking for anything to awaken my mood I thought it would have been Metronomy. Their squeaky, Klaxons-lite numbers passed me like I’d been lying on the side of a dual carriageway.
So now its time for Sigur Rós. I won’t smile for them, but perhaps for the Buzzcocks 2am set in the Music and Film tent.
