I've long been a defender of the V festival (and there's plenty to defend it against) - perhaps it's a product of only having been to recent Glastonburys but the distance between the two in terms of atmosphere has always seemed small and with the addition of extra stages at V the line-ups get closer in standard every year - it's not like you don't get plenty of Daniel Powters among your Phoenixes and Richard Hawleys at Glastonbury too.
This year was the first time that a lot of complaints rang true though. Being charged £10 to find out what time bands were playing was just fucking ridiculous and the official line:
'the charge was for a programme, laminate, and plastic rucksack. Previously, programmes and laminates were sold separately, at a greater price'
rather takes the piss, equating to an admission that it was because no-one in their right mind was previously willing to pay £7 for a load of record company promo fluff ('programme') in addition to the £4 for the actual lineup. No wonder
people were complaining (warning: also contains expectations of cashpoints at a festival, dearie me). Toilet and drinks queues were indeed massive but only if you didn't have the sense to go to the less busy toilets or drink free water so that wasn't such a problem, although the free water was rather difficult to find.
Walking around and hearing an attempt at good-natured banter about someone heading away from the main stage met with a shout of "Keane can suck my arse! They're a bunch of fucking gays!" did make me feel pretty uncomfortable and wasn't exactly isolated.
Only putting on bands for 25 minutes (20 once allowing for being late) on the smaller stages is pushing things a bit far too though I guess it's common for many festivals now. And scheduling turned up some other problems: I timed arriving on Sunday in time to get to Lily Allen's set but of course the tent she was playing at such an early time (with no one else much on elsewhere) was utterly packed, leading to comical scenes of people breaking through the barriers set up around the tent and being chased by security. Combined with too-near tents blasting out louder music it wasn't worth staying.
But the solution to putting acts on in the wrong place is surely
not to then also give them an unannounced two song slot on the main stage, delaying what people actually want to see and inflicting James Morrisson on them. Unless you want to come off like a local radio event or something.
Anyways, enough moaning, onto the music:
If it bothers
The Divine Comedy that it's the songs from the ten year old
Casanova that get the best reception then he wasn't showing it, going through highlights with a greater delight than ever. Not only did he play "Becoming More Like Alfie" and a hilarious run through "Charge", we got the rare treat of a joyous "Something For The Weekend" to finish. As well as barely newer "National Express", of course.
Neil Hannon was in fine form between songs as well and a brief cover of "Maneater" was an effective surprise. The only downside then: the new songs. "To Die A Virgin" is witty pop to just about match the hits, but "A Lady Of A Certain Age" fell completely flat and the apallingly smug "Diva Lady" sounded worse than ever with added guitar wanking. Playing the hits and those instead of playing anything at all for the last two albums (which had their great live moments like "The Happy Goth") felt a bit of an unfair compromise, though it was difficult to care for most of one of the most enjoyable sets of the weekend.
For two songs
The Upper Room (not really my choice to see...) reminded a lot of
Long-view: earnest indie that bores on record but somehow makes perfect sense with the aid of live atompshere. After that things went a bit wrong and the bland took over though, culminating in a version of U2's "I Will Follow" that sucked all life from the song in horrible fashion.
A combination of dodgy sound and standing right in front of one speaker stack gave the impressing during
Bloc Party's set of watching from the inside of Matt Tong's bass drum. This may have been what stopped "Blue Light" or "So Here We Are" or "Two More Years" or the new song "Waiting For The 7:18" having any impact at all, but it did help make "Like Eating Glass" and "Helicopter" into intense, insane monsters, so that was alright.
Art Brut! Top Of The Pops! What is there to be said about their chaotic and exhilarating live
show apart from to list the new changes and things? So this time "Formed A Band" had 'we'll play it as the first ever song on the all new Top Of The Pops!' and, inevitably, 'write the song that make Israel and the Lebanon get along' and "Emily Kane" got a conversation with Jay-Z in which he was ticked off for his misogynistic language but thanked for his advice. And a cover of "Kids In America" was announced, then not played, and then (kind of) played after all at the end.
I don't know many of
Beck's songs ("Girl"! "E-Pro"! "Loser"! They were all great, mind) and don't remember many of those that I was introduced to much. His set was all about spectacle anyway though and probably the most fun of all. You've probably already read all about it now but in addition to the usual mad dancing, dinner table percussion and bearsuits, there was a replica puppet band! With the same clothes and making the same moves! With their own percussion/dinner table!They even got their own film in which they made disgusting jokes and sang "phew for a minute there, I lost myself" over and over!
I don't think the full awesomeness of this could ever really come across in writing, but suffice to say, it was awesome.
Radiohead, ah Radiohead. I've never properly got to appreciate your live set, and this time was to be no exception thanks to spending half the time (and "Pyramid Song", which I've only waited, like, forever to hear live) arguing with some loudly talking people I was stuck next to (they were really nice when I spoke to them later though, and it's my problem as much as theirs in way. Sigh.)
But I think that with a setlist like
this (let's ignore "The Gloaming" here, most of us did) you should have managed to blow me away more anyway. I don't understand how you didn't. Thank you for "A Wolf At The Door" though, and "Creep" was a generous and wonderful gesture to a crowd who totally appreciated it, even if I would have preferred "Anyone Can Play Guitar".
Or "Pop Is Dead".
Sugababes are now armed with enough songs for a completely fantastic set, and that's just what they managed! Hooray! Squeezing "Shape" and "Stronger" into one medley was a nice way to stop them dragging things down, and "Overload" was brilliant, compelte with nice introduction acknowledging that only one of them was actually there then. The amateurish "oh, has it started?" beginning of the set (with "Freak Like Me") and tacky shiny silver curtain they were playing in front of was adorable. And they even
smiled as well as making excellent full use of the entire stage width. "Push The Button" was the perfect finish, of course.
Bands in brief: I wasn't going to bother with
James Dean Bradfield (a common decision judging by the comically small crowd) but he played "No Surface All Feeling" and I came running from a distance upon hearing the first chords and it was great. And then he played some solo stuff and I left again, nearly bumping into David Tennant on the way.
The Crimea managed the small tent, atmospheric songs thing soo much better than The Upper Room although there was little more to say different from
the last time I saw them.
And
Starsailor promised a treat for missing Paul Weller and then played "Poor Misguided Fool", surely the exact opposite of a treat. The bastards. Overdone version of"Four To The Floor" was ace though.
We'll end with
Hard-Fi. They looked set for absolute disaster for a couple of songs, playing the exact same setlist as they have done for approximately 100 years (PUT THE "SEVEN NATION ARMY" COVER OUT OF ITS MISERY
NOW, PLEASE) and with Richard Archer's always dodgy voice having gone to shit to a remarkable and previously unheard of extent. Yet somehow they turned it round into total triumph by little more than force of personality and a lot of songs that a lot of people love. Probably the perfect band for the festival: make of that what you will.