Well, that was one hell of a weekend, wasn’t it? Here’s the story of Glastonbury 2015 in 52 stunning photos…
Glastonbury has finished for another year, bringing to a close three incredible days of live music in Somerset. Its memory will live on though: from Kanye West to Lionel Richie, there were performances music fans both on site and watching from home will be talking about for months to come. Here’s the full comprehensive story of the weekend. Worthy Farm: it was a pleasure…
Tickets sold out almost instantly for this year’s Glastonbury, as usual for the festival, with around 175,000 people descending on Pilton across Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. There were bright skies as the gates opened. But in the end, Glastonbury wouldn’t be Glastonbury without a few torrential downpours, would it?
The music wasn’t supposed to kick off till Thursday. But garage eager-beavers Drenge simply couldn’t wait, and took to the stage for a secret set on Thursday evening at Wiliam’s Green. Pretty raucous it was, too.
Then came Wolf Alice, swiftly after Drenge on the same stage. The North Londoners’ debut album dropped this week – not much time for the fans crammed into Wiliam’s Green to have learned every single word to scream along to, but they managed nonetheless.
Friday kicked off with a mystery guest – one of the first of many across the weekend. This time, though, it was Tim Burgess’ cheery Charlatans, who started Glasto as it meant to go on.
Wolf Alice posed for us backstage on Friday, as they eagerly awaited to hear if their debut album had hit number one in the UK album chart. Alas, they missed out narrowly in the end, but told NME about how overwhelmed they were to be in the top 10 at all. Easily the breakout act of the weekend.
Another Friday afternoon highlight: why, it’s only the bloody Cribs! The brothers Jarman were in tremendous form bringing the punk rock clatter of recent album ‘For All My Sisters’ to Worthy Farm.
Another secret set! This time it was popster Bastille, whose mystery show brought William’s Green to a stand-still. He’s a huge Kanye fan, we discovered when we ran into him earlier this year at the rapper’s London show, so presumably stuck about for a bit of Yeezy on Saturday.
Hola, Glastonbury! Spanish new kids on the block Hinds, formerly Deers, were one the most anticipated new bands of the weekend, delivering their scuzzy guitar jangles to a massive crowd in style. Estupendo!
Face of the weekend goes to, without a doubt, King Gizzard. Famously gurnsome Manchester United defender Phil Jones would be proud.
Look at Ellie go! Wolf Alice’s second set of the weekend was even wilder than the first, with the North Londoners diving into the crowd as they brought their performance to a noisy close. New indie heroes have been born.
One of many snazzy get-ups for Harry from Peace: a regal, almost Libertines-like jacket, which he wore onstage during their John Peel Stage set. “Hey, wouldn’t it be great if Libertines were playing this weekend? If only!” a punter or two probably had their memories jogged into wondering. More on that later…
The Vaccines: great jackets, even greater tunes. Justin Young also stopped by the NME cabin over the weekend to comment on his recent criticism of Sunday headliners The Who: “I stand by what I said,” he told us, explaining that it’s time young blood was given a chance topping the bill at events like this weekend.
Surprise! Filling in for Florence, inched up on the bill to headliner, were the Libertines, who flew in by helicopter unannounced and snuck onto the Pyramid Stage, to the delight of punters. What followed was a nostalgic and emotional indie masterclass, complete with a new song or two. Massive.
Here’s Pete and Carl, doing it just like the old days. That new Libs album can’t come soon enough, eh?
Being one of the most compelling and charismatic men in hip-hop can be a tiring business. Which is why Killer Mike can be excused for taking a mid-set break during Run The Jewels’ phenomenal West Holts takeover on Saturday.
“Wow Glastonbury? Pssssshhhhh. I can do that on one leg!” Benjamin Booker, making it all look easy.
Motorhead formed in June 1975, but have somehow never played Glastonbury. No bother – they more than made up for lost time with a thunderous set 40 years in the making. Lemmy, you greasy, gravel-voiced, mustachioed beast of a man, we salute you.
Rudimental on Saturday, pictured here making entertaining The Other Stage look rather rudimentary, my dear NME readers. They were rained off stage last year in an electrical storm. This year, the electricity was all theirs.
Then it was time for Florence – Friday’s main headliner. Would she be able to step up convincingly? The reaction onsite was unanimous: Flo knocked it out of the park on the Pyramid.
Florence tore through tracks from across her three albums with style and vigour, ending the set by taking her shirt off and flinging it around her head madly like Ryan Giggs against Arsenal in the FA Cup circa 1999. Glastonbury was well and truly won over.
There’s not many better backdrops to Jamie xx’s lush electronica than the sunset that fell over the Park Stage crowd as he played on Friday evening. Not a set those who were there will be forgetting in a hurry.
Of course Annie Mac played a DJ set inside the brain of a giant fuck-off mechanical spider. Of course she did. Standard.
Kicking off Saturday were Britpoppy NME favourites Swim Deep – first band on and exactly what the many hungover heads near the Other Stage needed to wake them.
Frank Turner was another early bird on Saturday’s Other Stage, teasing tracks from his upcoming new album ‘Positive Songs For Negative People’ and charging about the stage with shades of Strummer.
Courtney Barnett looked like she might have had a head-banging seminar from Motorhead backstage, moshing gleefully through each of her two Saturday sets. That’s right – two sets in one day! And people call her ‘slacker’ rock…
Look who we ran into backstage – why, it’s only bleedin’ Slaves. Their commitment to black boiler suits must have been truly tested in the heat on Saturday, as the sun came out and temperatures momentarily soared.
Pop star Gareth Gates – yes, that Gareth Gates, the one whose career peaked when he covered ‘Spirit In The Sky’ with The Kumars At Number 42 – called Young Fathers’ Saturday set “shit” on Twitter. Well Gareth, we very much beg to differ.
Slaves basking in the adoring screams of the frankly monstrous crowd they drew to the John Peel tent. Packed out, it was, we’re telling ya.
This dude crowd-surfing to Slaves looks like he hasn’t gone to bed in easily three days. Good lad.
The Pyramid Stage got shut down when ya boi Bacharach turned up to turn back the years and roll out the hits, including ‘Rain Drops Keep Falling On Me’.
Clean Bandit there, looking a like Yeti, a ghost and a guy whose mum just took away his copy of Call of Duty.
Peace also played The Rabbit Hole. In full wedding gear. Heroes, the lot of them.
Here’s Super Furry Animals crossing guitars, which is presumably sort of like in Ghostbusters when they cross streams. Same radius-obliterating effect.
Mad folkster Father John Misty was so good on The Park Stage he even brought himself to his knees.
Jamie T joined the Maccabees onstage for their triumphant Other Stage takeover, playing ‘Marks To Prove It’ with the band. As if that tune couldn’t get any better.
Pharrell played the Pyramid Stage before Kanye on Saturday night, digging out some old NERD classics along the way. Nice sailor hat, Skateboard-P.
1980s-pop badass La Roux took to the stage on Saturday – but not before posing for a NME snapper backstage. Looking good, Jackson.
La Roux being la boss on the John Peel Stage.
Things got sweaty during Palma Violets’ Saturday set. Really sweaty. Still-wringing-our-clothes sweaty.
Going up against Kanye on the John Peel Stage were Brett Anderson’s imperious Suede. For those not feeling Yeezy, it was a brilliant alternative.
Deadmau5 brought his insane new stage show to town and to be honest, we’re still a bit dazed from all the lasers and lights.
All eyes were on the Pyramid Stage come 10pm as Yeezy season approached. After all the controversy, the crowd for Kanye stretched for miles.
The most controversial Glastonbury booking in 45 years of the festival ended up turning in one of the most opinion-splitting Glastonbury sets in its history – no surprise there. But for us, it was a genuine thrill watching Kanye reel through an insane greatest hits set, at one stage floating over the crowd in a crane.
The most heart-warming moment of the weekend came on Sunday. The Dalai Lama celebrated his 80th birthday by having it large at Glasto – and Patti Smith wrote him a poem especially, read to the man during her spell-binding performance on the Pyramid.
Lionel Richie packed in the biggest crowd of the weekend in the traditional Sunday afternoon heritage slot. More than a few punters we imagine had wished the set had lasted all night long (WAHEEEEYYYYY!)
Here’s Chilli from the Palmas doing his best Neo dodging bullets in slow motion Matrix impression while playing bass.
Are Alt-J future headliners? They certainly set out their stall to top the bill in years to come with a killer set that spanned their two albums to date.
Jamie T’s return to Glastonbury was probably the rowdiest set of the weekend, sparking all sorts of mayhem on the Other Stage: lobbed pints of beer, mosh pits and big hits. Welcome back, fella.
Here’s Charli XCX playing a giant inflatable guitar, as you do.
Hot on the heels of his wonderfully eclectic latest album, Paul Weller was on before The Who, teeing up an evening of Mod madness on the Pyramid Stage. Here we is giving in total 100% rock star pose.
Here’s Franz Ferdinand and Sparks in action on Sunday evening against a majestic backdrop of lights and err, their faces. FFS, we salute you.
Finally it was The Who, here to see out the weekend with a greatest hits package much like their 2007 headline performance. Their set hit a few technical snags but was otherwise the bouncy singalong expected. And with that, Glastonbury was done. See you same time, same place next year, Worthy Farm…