As Adele’s performance last night demonstrated, personal charm can go a long way at Glastonbury. That goes double for Hinds, a band whose startling ascent appears to have surprised themselves as much as anybody. There’s no shortage of bands who do what Hinds do, combining melodic, four-chord garage-rock with girl-group hooks and additional sassiness – but none of them do it with quite the same sort of puppyish enthusiasm for absolutely everything. That these four girls seem to have the time of their life every single night only makes them easier to root for: Hinds are the sort of band who make cynicism impossible.
“We talk a lot, right?” posits co-vocalist Carlotta Cosials, and she’s not wrong: Hinds talk about how they haven’t had a shower since Thursday, about the various bits of their body that have landed in mud, about how their tour manager ended up in hospital and puked her guts up five minutes before they walked onstage this afternoon. They talk about their families who are watching from the crowd, and their excitement at seeings their names on the poster. Most of all, they talk about how thrilled are to be here for the second year in a row. “You know when you’re super-excited to to play and you’re nervous but people say, ‘Play the first song and everything will be alright’?” asks Carlotta after set-opener ‘Fat Calmed Kiddos’. “Well, it’s a lie. I’m still shaking.”
From the crowd, however, there’s no obvious sign of nerves: from start to finish, this is set is defined by a sense of joy and exuberance, and by the time it ends – with a frenzied cover of Thee Headcoatees’ Davey Crockett’ – you’d be forgiven for feeling it had done so prematurely. Hinds might not be the most original or inventive band out there, but if you walk away from this set with anything other than a beaming Cheshire-cat grin on your face, you might want to check whether or not you’re still in possession of a pulse.
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