The Conchords may be playing over the PA just before The Maccabees take the stage, but to the huge audience filling the field, the Brighton five-piece is no joke. Orlando Weeks’ Dylan-esque croon on Toothpaste Kisses belies their turbo-indie default setting, and they play a slow-burning storm as the sun reappears.
Unfortunately The View suck it straight back in again with a performance verging on the shambolic. Never have so many guitar changes been wasted on such a one-dimensional sound. Technical problems may have magnified their limited abilities, but with luck Western civilisation will collapse before anyone has to suffer their like again.
What odds on death-fixated White Lies reawakening the party? Unlikely, yes, but sleek anthems such as E.S.T. and, yes, Death, add majesty to the early evening. When they break into Bruce Springsteen’s Dancing In The Dark, learned specially for today with the Harry McVeigh reading the lyrics off a crib sheet, it sounds as if the only bigger sing-along of the weekend will come tomorrow when The Boss himself takes the stage.
11:49 AM | 27/06/2009










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