So was Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere which sounded as wonderful as I’m sure it did forty years ago. I’ve seen Neil play Old Man before, but the introduction of the band half way through brought the song to life in such a beautiful and unexpected way that it made a song that I’m more than overfamiliar with feel completely new.
"What’s your favourite sweater?" asks some cheeky bugger in the crowd. "We’ll come back to that one. Maybe," said Ira smiling.
As with much of the great stuff that Karaoke Kalk puts out, it is genius pop music for a parallel (and more fun) universe than ours.
Even when covering Ohio the lads still somehow manage to musically surpass Young by miles..
It’s a record which could draw in metal fans who were put off this sub-genre because of its history, as it really displays the true beauty of the music perfectly.
As for Blue Skies, that one’s so Sarah Records it almost had us wishing Incendiary was actually published on badly photocopied A5 and sold for 50p with a flexidisc from a rack next to the latest seven inch indie chart contenders.
Further important human innovation is spotted down by the Vice Stage (which has moved to behind the ATP stage and as such is practically in the sea)… Pizza Cones. Yes, that’s pizza toppings, in a bread cone like a savoury ice-cream. How did humanity make it this far without that?!
Outside I succumb to the pizza cone. It’s very wrong, sort of like savoury wallpaper paste stuffed down a dried-out baguette…
Deerhunter specialise in reverb-drenched fuzzed-up guitar bliss with all the stage-lights set to deep red, and sound vaguely reminiscent of Swervedriver, if you’re old enough to remember Swervedriver. I am. Nice. Where am I again? …um, where I am, is… causing severe damage to my indie credentials.
As ever, with Akron/Family, this year does deserve to be theirs. Set ‘Em Wild might not live up to Love Is Simple, but then very few albums could.