While everyone who’s at the festival is wandering around the site on Saturday morning trying to shift ‘Brianstorm’ from their head with a bacon sandwich possibly made out of bacon, you’re at home, fresh as a daisy, ready to get your living room party on again.
Naturally, the day’s all geared towards The Rolling Stones’ long-awaited Glastonbury debut, but don’t forget the BBC’s only managed to negotiate an hour of this – which is better than the four songs they were originally promised, unless the Stones are planning to drag ‘Paint It Black’ out for 45 minutes. Still, an hour of prime rock’n’roll is good enough, and once that’s done you can always flick over to Public Enemy to check what time it is.
Anyway, sifting through 80-odd hours’ worth of coverage, here are 10 unmissable acts for Saturday.
Australian spaceheads Jagwar Ma should be just the ticket for Saturday lunchtime, keeping it vaguely soothing with some trad 90s baggy beats, idyllic harmonies and psychedelic synth washes. In fact, they sound like Glastonbury incarnate. All they need are moustache-less beards, denim shorts and wellies to feel right at home at Worthy Farm. With terrific debut album ‘Howlin” just out – including songs that cover all bases from The Beach Boys on acid to The Beach Boys on MDMA – this is a great time to be, and see, Jagwar Ma.
Azealia Banks will be looking forward to Glastonbury and the chance to meet thousands more artists to get into Twitter ‘beefs’ with. Play your cards right and she might stay focused enough to deliver a blistering, brilliant set that reboots the thrilling, rhyme-spitting, confrontational persona from ‘212’ and leaves us with an artist who you can imagine actually getting around to releasing a debut album sometime this year. Hope springs, people. On the other hand she might just spend half an hour slagging everyone else off, which would be fun too.
Seems like only yesterday that Noah And The Whale were swanning about in boaters and yellow ties, looking like – let’s face facts – a bunch of posh folkie twerps. Now they’ve sawn off those twee roots, worked through a bit of heartache, and come out the other end as new purveyors of rousing US heartland FM rock. New album ‘Heart Of Nowhere’ is a cracker and Charlie Fink and the Heartbreakers put on an accomplished show, so there’s no excuse really.
What’s this we hear about a surprise guest appearance from Morrissey? Nothing. But of course there might be the slightly less surprising guest appearance from ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ and other Smiths classics the Officially Godlike Johnny Marr thinks he can get his vocal cords around. After three decades or so in the game, Marr’s got more than a few old Smiths numbers up his sleeve and a newly discovered stage presence to justify his place front and centre. An essential both in the field and on the telly.
This year’s ‘More Light’ is a return to… uh, something, but what? Maybe the best bits off ‘Beautiful Future’, ‘Evil Heat’ and ‘Riot City Blues’. So, not quite an ‘XTRMNTR’ or ‘Screamadelica’, but certainly worth half a ‘Vanishing Point’. This is all digression because Da Scream’s main superpower is performing live, where they find just the right alchemy of rootsy rock and browbeating techno phantasmagoria, Bobby Gillespie claps like a distracted seal and everyone has a rare old time.
Say cheese! It’s Savages, this year’s most serious debutants and a band likely to fill the John Peel tent as far as the Pyramid field. Get there early or – hang on – just kick back in your lazy-boy and catch the whole thing on your laptop. Savages’ first album ‘Silence Yourself’ has attracted adjectives ranging all the way from “uncompromising” to “inflexible” but it’s frequently brilliant and Jehnny Beth is a compelling lead. As intense on video as in the flesh, this lot are a must.
Turning up in boiler suits like a Manc Beastie Boys, Everything Everything tend to look the part. They also, improbably, sound it too. Albums ‘Man Alive’ and ‘Arc’ seem too jittery, a touch too complex to really work outside the studio but the band pull it off every time, with Jonathan Higgs leaping between octaves like a salt of the earth Mariah Carey. They’re on a mission as well, keeping the new material coming like hay while the sun shines so this could be a set of surprises.
Yes, the BBC will only get an hour of this, but the Stones hit the ground running, with a (current) standard opening quartet of ‘Get Off Of My Cloud’, ‘It’s Only Rock’n’Roll’, ‘Paint It Black’ and ‘Gimme Shelter’. I think we can all get with that, right? Even if they mix it up a bit, it’s not as if they don’t have dozens of other bangers to choose from. And come on, it’s The Rolling Stones. You’re guaranteed Mick’s chicken dance, Keef’s riffs slung about ankle-height, Ronnie’s Marlboro and Charlie’s impassive jazz-cat austerity.
TURN IT UP. BRING THE NOISE. Can doddery old hip-hop dons still cut it? Sure. Chuck D’s lost none of his righteous ire and Flavor Flav’s still got, um, a splendid selection of clocks that’ll look just peachy above the breakfast bar. They haven’t had Terminator X providing the beats, squalls, sirens and hurricanes of general cacophony for a good decade now, but Public Enemy are still a blizzard of sound and fury, and a suitably godlike alternative to the rock legend thing happening on the main stage.
They stay up a little later at the Park, which is all good because Fuck Buttons are the right guys to take you raving into the night, mixing hard beats with Pink Floyd-on-poppers space prog. They give you hands in the air moments without every really committing to the dancefloor, but who knows what new album ‘Slow Focus’ is going to deliver? This is Andrew Hung and Benjamin John Power’s first in four years, and what a time to unveil it.