This month I headed off to the Isle of White for the bestest of all the festivals, Bestival. Here are a few of my personal highlights…
Mad but marvellous Tunng put on a sketchily brilliant performance with a lady dressed as a sheep and a tres talented percussionist who appeared to be using the entire contents of a charity shop as a drum kit.
Stornoway had us all squelching along in the mud as they battled some pretty minging weather conditions to play a great set. Their lead singer turned out to be a bit of a chatterbox and enthralled us with a bizarre collection of odd ghost stories – apparently there was a lady on the Isle of Wight who tried to get out of paying her electricity bill by blaming it on a ghost who kept turning the lights on and off…anyway.
You may not want to hear it, but everyone’s favourite Grandpa, Rolf Harris, was excellent. He brought out the sunshine with a massive turnout, despite the fact he was on an early slot and is a staggering eighty years old – what a legend.
Echo and the Bunnymen looked somewhat out of place playing in bright sunlight dressed in big coats and dark glasses smoking endless fags. They would have been much more at home in some dark and grimy venue but somehow it worked, especially The Cutter.
Shoot me down if you must, but I didn’t rate The Flaming Lips live. They had the predicted giant bubble, the lights, the props, but somehow I just couldn’t click with their tunes in the great outdoors. For me The Prodigy were far more engaging and the crowd rightly went mental for them – they can’t really be beaten.
I reckon Jonsi has to have been my fave act of the weekend. This man was made for a fancy dress festival. Decked out in his usual garb as a cross between a Red Indian and an Eskimo, he put on a totally atmospheric set with crazy lighting and projections galore. Will definitely be looking out for any gigs of his in a more intimate setting….
Bravo Bestival x
Words: Ned Drury