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Rating: With 28 groups and five stages, can someone tell me what chance the "Get Cape, Wear Cape. Fly" have of meeting me? And can someone explain the point of all this, a couple of demented gangsta-rap acts before the Flaming Lips, I paid 35 pounds to be told "You are beautiful girls, I love you all", or of a stage called "Acoustic stage" if you put Dj Shadow blasting 20 meters next to it: I thought I had hated everything in life and yet today I find myself dancing to "She broke me so softly" in 4/4, Nick Drake remixed by Carl Cox. "Yeah baby yeah" the Pharrell close and an army of voluptuous Black women leaves the barriers.
A great concert by Mojave 3, but it is soon forgotten, just in time for Gnarls Barkley: there's a song that has been annoying me for weeks, and tonight I found out who it was by – a very tacky fat man who in the end I find as unbearable as the song: can someone tell me the meaning of this music because I try but I don't get there (and maybe I'm wrong).
Much better for the Massive Attack, the usual shock concert, a scene of dark lights and classy guests. Aside from some rare electro-rock progression it seems like the usual predictable best of, faithfully reproduced from the studio work and maybe this is what makes it enjoyable. A couple of interesting interludes, the best aimed at the Xenophobic Party ("I don’t care to say anything intelligent except to tell the BNP to fuck off") and finally the thanks in Italian.
A few words about the others: Damien Marley came down to Brixton some time ago to revolutionize the genre and, having no more ideas, he called it Jamaica Rock. Now we all jump together and always say the same things - the revolution will come, but meanwhile if we're here singing, it's not going too badly. When Dj Shadow arrived it became a battlefield: with seven hundred people and one hundred twenty dealers causing a huge chaos. The heroes are The Flaming Lips, protagonists of one of the most delightful, fun and artistic performances ever witnessed by the writer. Santa Clauses, giant astronauts, aliens, superheroes, in a shower of confetti and gags, with a simply extraordinary Wayne Coyne: "I always wanted a walk through Hyde Park!" he'll say at the opening, and so he inflates a balloon and wanders around the park above our heads. Five songs in almost an hour of visual delirium ("Do you realize?", "Yoshimi battles the Pink Robots", and "The Yeah yeah yeah song" among others, with the latter featuring a hilarious vocal ballet with the audience).
At the end, I look at these thousands of voluptuous Black women, of tacky white girls, of trashy Asians, a rainbow of truly unbearable people, they had been shaking their butts all day and now that I felt light, they were there as if I were some kind of leper. "Before leaving, there's Batman who wants to say something to Cat Woman". Batman and Cat Woman come from the sides of the stage: Batman asks her to marry him, and she cries and says yes (of course). I am happy for them and for once for myself as well, because all this makes me feel damn poetic: I look around to find a rainbow and when I find it, it was trapped under my balls.
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