Glastonbury Festival 2009: Sunday Review
It was the sunshine beating down on the tent that woke us up this sunny Glasto Sunday. Having discovered the joys of a Greenfields start to the day, we trundled across Worthy Farm, to fuel up with a big vegetarian breakfast and get gossiping over the super exciting Sunday line up.
First stop of the day was the Other Stage for Enter Shikari. Their set was high energy and their lyrics politically motivated, delivering a powerful anti-war message to their crowd. Before playing 'Fanfare Of The Conscious Man', front man Roughton Reynolds urging the crowd to join in the chorus, "We'll be together against this / We'll be forever against this". A glitch with one of the guitars meant the set was cut slightly short but this did nothing to dampen the mood of the crowd as they went into their final song and recent single 'Juggernaughts'.
Next up on the Other Stage were the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and their colourful front woman, Karen O, dressed in a cape with tights and a large feathered headdress. Their set included a mixture of tracks from their most recent album (It's Blitz) as well as older fan favourites. Karen O's impressive gleeful enthusiasm made for an exciting set, she ran about the stage, swallowing the microphone and shouting out to her crowd in between songs. Following the Yeah Yeah Yeahs came Bat for Lashes with another quality woman of music in way of Natasha Khan who took to the stage in a rainbow coloured sequined leotard, black feathered sleeves black fingerless lace gloves and some fabulous eye shadow. Khan's vocals were compellingly haunting and made for a mellow yet intense folk-pop set.
Next up it was off to the Pyramid Stage for Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. After finding a neat little spot to lay the picnic blanket (which so happened to be the Sainsbury's bag that had been carrying our, now mostly consumed, liquid lunch) we were all set for the perfect evening of music and eye candy. Seeing Nick Cave felt like one of those experiences you had to keep pinching yourself to believe was real (Whoa! It's Nick Cave! Am I really here? It's NICK CAVE!), it was Nick Cave and we were really there. After dedicating the set to the late great.... Farrah Fawcet, Nick Cave, looking dapper in pinstripes, delivered a set of 14 songs as the sun set over Worthy Farm. Come the end of the set it was time to evacuate the Pyramid stage before the crush of Blur fans descended for the much hyped Sunday headlining performance. For me, however, the Dance Village was where it was at as I geared up for what I expected to be the highlight performance of my Glastonbury: Peaches.
By the time I had made it to Glastonbury's Dance Village, night had fallen and the atmosphere was one of hot, sticky anticipation for the feisty glam-shock queen of electronica, Peaches. She arrived in style: her face hidden behind a (soon to be removed) gimp mask, rocking a leotard and big hair. The high energy set included tracks from her new album, I Feel Cream. Peaches embraced the sweaty masses and dove into her crowd, surfing her way to the tents centre rig where she scaled it to dizzying heights. Returning to the stage, Peaches whipped her audience into a crazed frenzy as she demanded all tops come off; something has to be said for a woman with the power to undress her audience. Peaches truly delivered.
Our next and final destination for Glastonbury 2009 was the night life of Trash City and Shangri-La. The highlight was undoubtedly Empress Stah who performed an acrobatic trapeze set, writhing about while suspended above the crowd. Twirling her body around a hula hoop, leaving the crowd gasping 'Did she just..!?' as she channelled her inner vampire, taking blood from her arm, proceeded to inject it into a cup and drink it before continuing her awe-inspiring set. Nothing that followed could come close to being as insanely and shockingly brilliant as Empress Stah and so we moved along for a final wander through the night time wonderland that was Trash City, popping into a tent to have a gander at three brass players accompanying a man on piano before heading for a chai and retiring for the evening. Walking back to our tent through the mostly empty fields, only Michael Jackson tunes could be heard blasting from a random kebab stall. Glasto 2009 was done, all that was left was to pack up, do the epic stalled journey back to London and look forward to next year.