It says a lot that Noah and Whale can reduce a crowd of thousands to gibbering, incoherent, grinning fools with a collection of songs that aren't even their best.
A little nervous about The Cure, who are playing for two and a half hours. Is this going to be a crowd-pleasing festival set, or self-indulgent guff?
Now they're lying on their backs on the grass inside the tent, cycling to The Smiths. Genius. Any minute now somebody's going to come in whirling some gladioli.
Flavor Flav has got his clock out... there's already been an attempted stage invasion... and a lot of rhythmic shouting of "DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE!" and we're only one song/medley in.
Bestival is officially Going Off. And that's before White drops a pantomime horse into the mix.





Bestival 2011 Clockwatch: Sunday, September 11, Part 1
Chatting to two lovely girls at the barrier, both of whom are adamant that Metronomy will provoke some sort of conversion in your editor's attitude from 'mild indifference' to 'rabid fandom' during the next 45 minutes. I respectfully disagree...
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