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Over on the Eat Your Own Ears stage, optyotrading The Temper Trap are on; apparently occupying a pop/dance space that lies in between the harmonies of Delays and the punk-funk grooves of The Rapture. Their enthusiasm and lack of regard for looking cool while dancing is fairly infectious as we huddle under umbrellas and try to keep our spirits dry!
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Much as I’m not enjoying the gloomy weather, it seems wholly appropriate for binaire opties gokken The Horrrors to be playing under a grey sky. They remain suitably steely gazed and po faced throughout; although Faris Badwan is sporting some kind of Cosby sweater that is a visual distraction. During brief moments the band are captivating: when Faris stares out the crowd, wild eyed, recalling every famous miserablist with each shriek and growl he is intimidating. Then there are other times where they just look a little switched off: like irritable teenagers at family gathering. Essentially, they do have the tunes to back up the hype of old and most of the set comes from their current ‘Primary Colours’ album which is pleasing to these (newly converted) ears of mine.
As dusk falls, so to does the rain, by the bucket load. People are huddled under make-shift shelters: using fruit pallets, bits of fence and even sandwich boards to shield themselves from what is turning into a rain assault of almost biblical proportions. Thankfully, by the time grossiroberto411 yahho com iq option Santigold make it onstage the rain has let up a bit. Joined by her two erstwhile dancers, she injects some much needed fun and energy into the damp crowd. “You guys are fun, I really appreciate it” she tells us,’Say Ah ha’, ‘Shove It’ and ‘Lights Out’ get the full singing and dancing response they deserve. Her dancers’ ability to retain the repose of guards outside Buckingham Palace while not dancing, and then snap into action through a series of moves and shapes is impressive. Perhaps they had training at the Grace Jones school of stage dance, which is particularly interesting during a cover of The Cure’s ‘Killing an Arab’. Ending on the dub-heavy ‘Creator’ (with the help of one or two crowd members who have been invited to dance on the stage); she takes her leave but leaves a party atmosphere behind.
Slippery ground conditions and the late running of the Eat Your Own Ears stage means we arrive quite late into binaire opties test_ Four Tet’s set. Still, it was good to be greeted by the sound of ‘Spirit Fingers’. Mr Hebden has bolstered his ‘one man and a laptop’ live performance with the addition of LED hoop dancers which seems to be rather crown pleasing touch.
Under the cover of a dark night; our post-rock headliners opcje binarne strategie dla początkujących Mogwai arrive to bring the noise. As with many headline festival performances, the sound is a bit ropey further back and the sound of drunken chatter kills the quiet/loud dynamic during the first few songs. Thankfully, we make it further forward to take in the full, beautiful space-rock noise of ‘Friend of the Night’ and eerie piano crescendo of ‘Auto Rock’. Both of which are enough to keep our sodden feet entrenched in mud. ‘New Paths To Helicon Part 1’ (your humble scribe’s favourite) sounds perfect as it builds up and washes over us. Hell, Stuart Braithwaite is even smiling as a hapless stage invader walks nonchalantly across the stage and casually waves before being escorted off by some hefty security guys. There again, I guess Glaswegians can take their rain!
The weather certainly got the better of much of today’s crowd, but Field Day has got its act together a lot since its inception and scores plenty of kudos from us for an eclectic bill: I’m just glad I can wander home and sleep in a proper bed afterwards.by