!!! (Chk Chk Chk)
“Not flippin’ New Order again!”
I just woke from my nap and the unmistakeable strains of Blue Monday are once more filling the festival grounds."Enough with the Mancunian electro-dance!" I scream at the sound man, who is 500 yards away and oblivious to my pain. But luckily I only have to suffer thirty seconds of synth-pop
What do they play? It's kinda electro-acoustic-disco-funk-rock. Knowwharramean?
Before
Surveying the crowd I notice that I am one of the few people not wearing either Crocs or Wellington boots. "Is this significant?" I ask myself.
Each song is a 10-minute polyrhythmic work-out which keeps me and 30,000 friends on our feet. The slow, trance-like builds are way cool, gradually bringing on a funk euphoria which is perfect for the festival experience. Nice one.
Breakfast: Two cans of iced coffee and one pack of Marie cookies from local combini. 8 out of 10.
Lunch: Fish and chips from a nice English lady in a tent near the Green Stage. She apologizes for having no HP Sauce, but promises she'll have some next year. My friend and I muse that these vendors must be making a packet. 7 out of 10.
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