Glastonbury – the final verdict

Posted on 1 July 2010
By Sammy Maine
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Not content with the coverage from 600 plus BBC reporters, we sent superscribe Sammy to check out Britian’s largest festival. Here’s her lowdown…

Happy Birthday Glastonbury and man did it go with a bang. As well as the usual frills and spills, an array of stages boasted some of the best breakthrough acts of the year.

Aussie veteran Rolf Harris opened the Pyramid stage on Friday morning, with some punters claiming a sneak peek at his dijaredoo.

Hailing from Nigeria, Femi Kuti brought passion and percussion to the table, as all the booty shakers in the crowd got down to some serious groovin’. Dizzee Rascal’s bass blew the ears off of anyone within a five mile radius and Gorillaz set failed to make an impression.

The West Holts stage played host to chill-out champs Bonobo, who brought sun and soul to their ever expanding audience. Escaping from the red raw beer bellies. solitude was found in the form of acoustic kings Turin Breaks, playing tracks old and new.

The highlight performance came from 2010’s cool kids, The XX. Playing to the perfect backdrop of the Park stage, the atmosphere was fuelled by the sing-a-longs of the die hard fans.

As the music came to a close, the dance village came to life. The WOW! stage became home to the ravers ready to party until sun rise, with the help of Futureboogie and Jamie Jones on the decks. The Stone Circle also provided beats of its own, as punters got their bongo’s out in all their glory.

Saturday’s shiner was straight talking rapper Brother Ali; a man who preaches freedom and equality with a helping of sick beat box vox from his trusty DJ Snuggles. The American’s continued to pull up trumps with Seasick Steve and The Dead Weather providing sets fit for Mike Eavis himself.

Flying the British flag, Muse’s set failed to make a stir, with the Edge bringing no more than his beanie.

Of course Stevie claimed the throne of the festival, but Dam Funk definitely wowed the crowed at the WOW! stage on Sunday afternoon. Cracking out the keytar, no one could fault the guy for pulling out the crowds inner funkness.

We may be crap at the footy, but we sure know how to throw a good fest. Bring on next year!