Thank heavens for Gossip.
I say that because the rest of the line-up was decidedly ordinary:
Los Campesinos, an unlikely-named crew from the UK that tried its best on the smaller stage of the two.
El Radio Fantastique, who were set up on a fancy, barn-like stall and pumped out a feelgood style of country jazz that had the small crowd gathered around dancing and er, feeling good.
Divine Fits, with their unimpressive set that seemed to drift off into unimportant and unoriginal territory.
Best Coast, who proved yet again their unoriginal spin on 60s California sounds.
M83, as above, but this time with an unoriginal French spin on beefed-up 70s Jean Michel Jarre and Rick Wakeman. A waste of all those fancy lights if you ask me.
Which brings us to Gossip.
Beth Ditto is for those people who think Adele is just too thin.
This is the second time we've seen Gossip, and I guess like all women with strong voices, you wonder how long they can keep that up. The band thumps and bumps with her, delivering bass- and drum-heavy rhythms that get everybody moving.
Which is all just as well, on a weekend that every year seems to make this festival, in this particular location, like listening to your boom box on an ice-berg in the Arctic Sea.
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