I have a terrible feeling I might just be watching Wind. Some more tweets from festival-goers: Alexis Petridis sure this version of Earth Wind And Fire playing Bestival is the original band. Time now to head out to the retro disco wonderland of the Main Stage where Earth, Wind And Fire are currently making the Guardian portacabin rock with cries of “I’m in love with this band, even though it’s just Wind…” Updates tomorrow, quite possibly by Skinny Lister. Hence we end up watching a falsetto electro act in Adam Ant nose-paint which a passing techie tells us is called The Other Tribe, and who are the future of nothing.Īnyway, we have a booking at Time For Tease, the burlesque tent in which cakes come in towers, the compere Dusty Limits displays a vocal range and comedic sensibility worthy of headliner status and we witness sights that will stay with us until death – a woman in a panda costume singing “everybody’s fucking but me”, a sexy Elephant Man and Margaret Thatcher stripping to EMF’s Unbelievable. Jessie Ware is just as populist but far better connected – she’s mates with The Maccabees – but our plan to compare the two is compromised by the fact that Azealia Banks has pulled out and the stage times have been fritzed. “They’re fucking awesome,” says a passing giraffe as they pile on the plush Script-style melodies and exude charisma. Over at the Replay stage The Coronas – massive in Ireland, poised to be the Dublin Mumford – display the tunes and cheekbones to prove themselves a shoo-in for superstardom, half Take That, half Two Door. Their modern folk frolics are the perfect introduction to a Bestival Saturday showcasing the next generation of mainstream chart botherers. They’re an invigorating presence, although if they turn up in my tent tonight pumping away at accordions and yodelling ‘Rolling over hills and valleys!” I will literally kill them. Within an hour they’ve caught up with us at our lunch appointment in the pirate-themed Underground Restaurant, shoving their double basses in our face and riverdancing on our table while we’re polishing off our ship-shaped pavolva.
#Two door cinema club tour 2012 full
Rammed full of antique vivacity, they invigorate celtic folk, bringing on entire troupes of skirt-flinging dancers to which one of their road crew proposes during their final song. Early on the Main Stage we catch Skinny Lister, fresh from a stint on the US Vans Warped Tour, playing 17th Century yob-chant folk jigs with a Pogueish passion and a seafaring bent.
We can relate to James’ sense of feeling hijacked by the past. “It was an eclectic mix,” says James ‘Don’t Mention Me Dad’ McCartney of his set on the Replay stage today, “not so much the party people, slightly older crowd, Beatles fans…”
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