So day 4 and how times flies by when you are having fun. Saturday was going to be the weakest day of the festival music wise for me. So the rather treacherous walk to my fave breakfast bar for a sausage barm to set me up for another day filled with cider and other delights was negotiated and now on very friendly terms with the staff. First up a walk around the site with Mrs Fay who was trying her best not to end up face flat in the mud (Oh how I would have to laugh) it was a day forecast for more mixed weather and a dull start to the day the previous three nights excesses were catching up with me as I plodded slowly around and not even an early cider giving me any energy so it was a sit off on the hill and it was quite clear that I needed to have a disco nap. The only trouble with that idea was that it was about ten mins of napping and fifty mins of sweating in my tent adding to the aroma I was acquiring and that not even mentioning the smell from my feet. By now the tent was developing it’s own odour with a mounting pile of muddy, wet clothes. Full re-charged, well OK about 50% you just have to get on with it and it was time to wander up to see The Daptone Super Soul Review mainly to see Charles Bradley who I caught for the first time last year at La Pussy Parlour Nouveau in my final act of Glastonbury 2013. As ever Charles did not disappoint with his screaming eagle of soul voice. The man radiates so much love one of the girls who was seeing him for the first time had a Glastonbury moment and was reduced to tears. I must admit the impromptu period of silence for Bobby Womack who had headlined The West Holts stage last year (Why the hell did I go and see Mumford and Sons instead ?? ) nearly had me going. But back to the music and Charles blew us away and seeing as for only the second time I had come out in a t-shirt only it decided to piss down once again but not many people left the stage and a blue poncho saved the day and the festival from having to suffer my physique in a wet t-shirt !
A quick dive to the tent to put some night clobber on and pick up some Glastonbury toys the girls were about to put some gold glitter spay on their head. I said gizza a go and promptly shook the can and started spraying on my head much to the girls amusement. I thought they were just laughing at how funny it would look. Eventually covering all my head in gold spray it looked like a vain attempt to hide my receding hairline so I had to rub a bit off at the front. Avoiding that embarrassment I now resembled an overweight C3PO. It was at this point the penny dropped and the girls sprayed a hint of glitter in their hair and not just spraying it full onto their head like an attempt at a poor car repair paint job (Picture of CFAYPO to follow in another blog) So next up were Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott in one of my fave tents The Acoustic tent. We got a good speck and the tent always seems dark so out came the glowsticks and in random acts of kindness passed them to the people around us to join in the fun. The Heaton/Abbott set included suff from their latest album but also old Beautiful South and Housemartins songs. It was after one of the Housemartins songs mid set that I was invoked in the greatest random unexpected reception to a song which went on for over a minute and genuinely blew the band away. It was a great performance from them and we let a busy tent empty to grab another cider and then decided we would hike across the full site and head towards the Crow’s nest. It was a slog in the mud but well worth it as we came across a secret set from a band called Toy. I had spotted John Robb up in The Crows Nest and thought hmmmm this could be a treat. I was blown away by what I listed to. As I was by at the back of the nest I turned around to see the beauty of the site at night with toy blowing my ears away in the background. Another Glastonbury moment. The Crows Nest is easily my fave spot in Glastonbury. – See more at: http://louderthanwar.com/toy-glastonbury-live-review/#comment-4031453
So one last effort for the night and a quick boogie in The Beat Hotel on the way home armed with glowsticks it was time to quit and as me and Mrs Fay played Ski Sunday trying to get to our tent in the mud the inevitable happened and she went arse over tit. Laying there one side covered in mud I was polite and said “Just excuse me whilst I laugh and then picked her up” luckily we were only five mins from the tent and another epic Glastonbury day was over and just one to come.
Fay x x x x x
So after two days of too much drinking the festival starts ! First up was the TBA (To be announced) act. Rumours were rife but it was The Kaiser Chiefs who were on later on I predict not a riot but disappointment. Mrs Fay then turns up on site and we headed off to watch a bit of Blondie. Next it was time to get all funked up with a Craig Charles DJ set which went down a storm but we were told to put or flag down as they are ok by your tent but not in a public place ??? A quick walk down to catch some dub reggae in the form of the Mad Professor. I think my ribcage is still vibrating from the bass. Next up was Son Of Dave. At this point things turned true Glastonbury.
Yep it started to piss down. With very little shelter we managed to find a small strip of wood above us but soon the drips were just as bad as the rain and yours truly jarg weatherman had come out in just a Tshirt. Son Of Dave was allowed no electrics as there was storm activity in the area so he just said fuck it we will do it with no mic so we all huddled around him at the front of the stage and after two songs he was allowed on the mic. Sadly it didn’t last long as what can only be described as a torrential thunder storm passed over the site and I managed again to find a little shelter thus avoiding a wet Tshirt look which I don’t wear too well. I was wet enough to have to change my gear and put my camera in the lock up that had just spent 30 mins between my legs to avoid a soaking. The plus side of the shite weather was somewhat offset with some lovely rainbow pics.
So dried off I put my coat on to head out again (no rain) but the ground was becoming a bog but that did not distract from a great Elbow set and last up stage wise were the brilliant Metronomy who rounded the night off in great style. One major hike up the hill to be rewarded with The Crows Nest venue and a final boogie to finish the first day of the festival.
As ever a great day and no rain shall put us off. Toilet update and I now have my new fave toilets that a carpet of baby wipes doesn’t sort out though I did balk this morning probably due to drinking ginger and rum at 1:30 in the morning.
X x x x x
So after getting in bed after 3:30am it wasn’t bad lie in until 9am. Luckily our fave breakfast bar was in the same place and the goodness of a sausage barm was had which replaced the 5 packs of crisps that was Tuesdays diet !! The weather had clouded over and we went for a stroll around the site picking up more ciders en route. We ended up by the acoustic tent when it started to rain. So with the tent not being open we just sneaked under the tape stretched across the entrance and took cover from the passing shower but alas the head and safety champion of Glastonbury declared this tent not open and a working site so it was back out into the rain and we were only the furthest point away from the tent you could be. So we headed back and ended up doing some group skipping along the way and a quick chill and stocking up on cider and we were back out for the evening.
The evening was meant to start with David Morales doing a DJ set in honour of Frankie Knuckles in NYC Downlow but there was no way of getting in and quite a rave had developed outside and I was transported back into the heyday of my 90’s clubbing even making it onto a podium again next to a fella who was in fancy dress as a Lego security guard.
A quick walk into “Hell” and we ended up at another boss little club ad busted more moves before heading up to the stone circle and lying on the grass looking up at the odd star and the lights projected into the sky as you do.
So more rain overnight and it’s started again but that won’t dampen my spirit but it does dampen the open toilets so your no sure what is piss and what is rain. Top top is just coat the area in baby wipes for safety purposes.
Right the festival is about to start later zzzz.
X x x x x
So the trip down was some what better this year as I didn’t have to drive and with just the one stop we landed at Glasto about 1:30. Then it’s the bastard journey to set up camp. Playing the Russian roulette that is car parking we lost and were miles away. The trip carrying the gear up is horrendous not made any easier by the heat. It’s like your about to lose your virginity but have to climb Mount Everest to claim your utopia. After three trips we were all done and the Magners was cracked open like a post coital cigarette.
So we headed out about 9:30 which is normally the time I go to bed on a Wednesday World Cup permitting. First stop the Glastonbury hill to take in the sight of the whole camp at night and the traditional feeling of “I love this fucking place” Next up a wander around the place looking for RBP’s (Random Boogie Points) as the grog was kicking in and we needed to dance some of it off. We split up as a group twice but amazingly bumped into each other and met up. ‘Twas now 2am and we ended up at The Beat Hotel. Here we met the usual scousers and before I knew it my hat went on a lap of the beat hotel. One of the lads reassured me my hat would turn up and I was that pissed I wasn’t that arsed but as promised the hat returned to its owners. So I fell into my tent at 3:30 to grab whatever sleep possible before the heat sweats you out of the tent.
So toilet update and our cracking base camp bogs have been replaced by compost bogs which are grim to say the least so god fucking knows what they will be like by day 5 ughhhhhh.
Right off for breakfast and more cider.
Fay x x x x x
OK so when did I become fucking Q magazine and start reviewing albums ! Well today is the answer. So here it goes and the band involved is The Tea Street band and their eponymously (Big word alert hope I used it correctly ha ha) named album “The Tea Street Band” released on Baltic records. I first stumbled across The Tea Street Band at last summers Liverpool International Music Festival at Sefton Park which incidentally they are playing again this August. I was impressed with them on the day and a quick listen on Spotify proved my first instinct was correct these lads have some belter choons and not only that they comfortably bang them out live as well. At the time they were doing a pledge campaign to raise funds for an album. I wasn’t up to date with the pledge way of creating music at that time but now fully know the score with that model of music and have recently pledged towards one of my fave bands ever album campaign The Christians. So after what seemed a long wait yesterday the debut Tea Street album was released. Now having just got back into vinyl I was hanging on to purchase the LP when that was released later on this month ORDER LINK HERE or 23rd June to be more precise. Being so impressed with the output of the band so far I could not wait and my finger hovered over the I-tunes purchase button I thought sod it and pressed buy.
So the album kicks off with “Lost for words” and a strong start to the album and the infectious beats and guitar riffs get you before the lead singer Timo Tierney’s excellent vocals kick in. Not quite as high as Jimmy Somerville but a voice suited to the music. My nan’s maiden name was Tierney but I will refrain from calling him our kid !! This is dance music with instruments opposed to some faceless DJ making a choon up on his ZX Spectrum. Next up is “Summer dreaming” again the same formula and this track with it’s dreamy vocals has you drifting away indeed dreaming it was summer and not a dull day in June with a beautiful breakdown at the end of the track. Time for some “Disco Lights” and one of the stand out tracks of the album and a live favourite. So now a new track “Look on your face” and the guitar and beats continue. I say a new track I might have heard it at the pre chrimbo gig last year but I will be honest the booze was kicking in by the time The Tea Street band headlined and having seen them in November at The Zanzibar then a few weeks later at East Village Arts Club the hazy memories of the gigs blend into one. Back on topic and “Dance with me” track five and the album continues with the album making me think more and more of Ibiza. Having been a bit of a cheesy quaver back in the day it would be interesting to travel back to my heyday of 1994 and see how some of these choons sounded in a club or even better a live PA instead of a singer belting out over a backing track as were the PA’s back in the day. I reckon my finger would be pointed in the air and there would be a lot of gurning.
So give us a second to turn the LP over and side B alas not quite yet but track 6 of a digital download (no romance in that) its time to Push The Feeling On or “PTFO” a slightly harder sound to this track but still tapping the toe and a different sound to the version I have heard on Spotify and the vinyl nerd in me can’t wait to listen to this. Another newer track “Tonight” this starts with a different vocalist and its the turn of James (Albo) the keyboard player. This has a hint of New Order about it which lets face it can’t be a bad thing. “Santa Monica” brings a hint of a more mellow sound as the album winds down to an end. Last but one and “Sunny Day” and after the peaks of the early tracks it’s another notch down and the album drifts into the final track “Fiesta” now this could have me back at Cafe Del Mar in Ibiza waiting for the sun to go down trying to muster up some energy that the night before has had off you big time.
So its five out of five for me. Purchase this album, turn it up loud and enjoy the sunshine. If it’s not sunny fuck it anyway close your eyes and do some summer dreaming. Cant wait to see the band live again. It will be interesting to see where the band go from here. Will they take the sound on further and in a different direction or will we see Tea Street Band II? Thats for another day though. I wish the lads every success with this album and hope they get what they want to achieve out of this. In this day of x-factor pushed shite it is so refreshing that in your local music venues there are bands and artists with so much musical talent. The secret is out there it just takes a bit of time and effort to find these gems.
For musical nerds check out the Kooky Remix of “Push the feeling on” and “Disco Lights” and the boss Gredge remix of “Dance with me” available to download from the singles.
The album cover is of the Mersey Tunnel ventilation shaft on the Wirral though I thought it was down the dock road by Costco but I am reliably informed there is one on each side of the river so if I want to get a sad nerdy fan pic I would have to go over the Wirral for true authenticity. I think I will blag the one by Costco and grab a hot dog from there whilst I am at it ! Follow the band on Twitter @TEASTREETBAND if only for the tales from the 82 bus. The bus of my choice for my 40 years on the planet, though I do like to lord it up on the train a bit now !!
Peace and PTFO
Fay x x x x x