Idles demolishes the main stage: “A thousand moustaches and dresses, what a mess” *****
A thousand moustaches and dresses, what a mess that was. Dirty, greasy, a musical buffet of meatballs and frikandellen.
A gang of rum-soaked privateers planted a flag on the main stage and said, “This is ours.” Try arguing with them. The rock is dirty, but the punk is mostly in the attitude. “Viva Palestine,” they shouted. At the opener Colossusbut just as well at Danny Nedelkothat striking rehabilitation for the perception around migrants. With an intensity of Joe Talbot that seemed to settle the conflict immediately.
Idles are more British than a broken beer glass in a Bristol gutter on a rainy day. They also know how to entertain with their heavy hand. By writhing in heat, by rebuilding the drums. Guitarist Mark Bowen dove into the audience and stood on top of them. Christ had risen, the Sea of Galilee was in Flemish Brabant.
Mother-dear, that was the only right suppository for a fourth festival day and a masterclass in good programming. Idles can immerse themselves in self-congratulations. “This is the reason why we will never be a headliner”, they said following a corruption of All I want for Christmas. Possibly, but it is the reason why they will be allowed to keep coming back.
