Today we got up late. Most probably due to the late night tent shenanigans we'd had the night before with a few carefully selected blokes from Peterborough, which involved us feeling obligated to smoke all their drugs and pinch all their beer! Consequently, the next morning we were too tired and hungover to go and see any bands, so instead, time was spent constructively playing the well known, and much loved game of guess the scent of the candle (I’m sure you are familiar with it!). Laura was crowned the winner, mainly because she guessed 4 out of the six candle scents right whilst blindfolded, but also because no one else would play!
Anyway, the first band that we did actually manage to see (well you’ve got to get your money’s worth) was The Dandy Warhols, who were on quite late in the afternoon. Quite handy really, especially for Caroline, as it gave her at least three hours to straighten her hair. They weren’t great. If anything they were a little boring, even their good songs sounded crap, and in particular, we thought they lacked the sparkle they had displayed in ’99. However, all was not lost, 'cos they did seem to have the fittest fans ever!
Seeing as we’re getting a bit too old for all the standing around malarkey, we decided to give the rest of their performance a miss. However, during a spurt of energy, we managed to walk the huge distance from the Main Stage, to the Carling Stage in the baking heat without collapsing from heat exhaustion. Whist waiting in the Carling stage in anticipation of the new up and coming, hotly tipped band, The Datsuns,, hOOchy* pulses were set racing by Interpol, who were on beforehand. Although we only managed to see 15 minutes of their set, Interpol proved themselves to be a very classy act with their deep, moody, melodic, muses. Definitely one of the best bands of the weekend. The same however, cannot be said of The Datsuns, who although seemed to be a very accomplished band in what they do, turned out to be too heavy for the delicate hOOchy* ears, and smacked a bit too much of Guns and Roses, AC/DC, Alice Cooper and other scary bands you wouldn’t want to meet down a dark alley.
Whilst in the mile long toilet queue, we had the misfortune to finally see The White Stripes, in action. They were not good either.
After such a sudden intake of crap music, we were exhausted, so decided to go back to our mouldy, smelly, leaking tents to refuel. This consisted of p.p.p..picking up a Penguin and d.d.d.drinking some gin (well, we are classy girls!) It also consisted of trying our best to avert our gazes from all the blokes who were taking a slash next to our tent (have they no shame? – the youth of today…oh I tell you) But, seriously, this actually got quite annoying and did start to get a bit stupid (and smelly), after a while, but I guess that will teach us not to camp next to the bushes in future!
We now had to make the big decision of whether we should watch The Vines, or Weezer,. A tricky one, but we decided on the vines ‘cos Craig Nicholls is a bit of alright! In the end The Vines were soooooooo good, we forgot this was the main reason we had gone to see them. They were definitely worth missing Weezer for. The crowd was unbelievably loud, and they completely rocked the whole tent.
Whilst trying to get closer to Craig to do some serious drooling, we were distracted by our stalker radar, and who did we spot? Well, none other that Som from My Vitriol. Now, us being the girls from hOOchy*, decided to risk taking a photo of him from a couple of feet away, hoping he wouldn’t see. Unfortunately, he did, ooops! Plus the photo didn’t take anyway, so we had to ask in the nicest possible way if we could have a photo with him. Luckily he didn’t mind. (P.S. he smelled really nice!).
Weezer were still on when The Vines had finished so we managed to catch a few songs. But they weren’t really as good as we expected them to be. Although, if we had caught the whole performance, and had more time to get into them, we probably would have been much more impressed 'cos we hear they were brilliant.
Feeling a little starstruck by this chance meeting, (although we hobnob with the stars all the time!), we decided to go back to our tent to recover. We must have blacked out around this time 'cos we ended up missing The Electric Soft Parade,, Pulp, and Lo Fidelity Allstars, But thankfully we managed to get our arses into gear in time to watch Feeder,. They were brilliant and so was the atmosphere in the tent. They put on one of the best performance's we have ever seen by them, and seeing them back to their old from without Jon Lee definitely made our day. All would have been perfect if it wasn’t for some bitch of a girl using our heads as a launch pad when she was crowd surfing.
After Feeder, we stayed around for a bit to watch The Strokes,, but we’ve never understood what all the fuss is about, and there’s only so many bands you can watch just 'cos they have a sexy singer!!
Rocking or Shocking?
Rocking.
4/5
Highly Evolving
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