Plus James Holden and House Of All Just like a jazz musician, any great festival like needs to be able to improvise. Sometimes the results can improve upon the original scheduling. When pull out of their Big Top slot, steps into the breach with his elemental and uplifting psychedelic rave salvo.
And with sadly waylaid, a saviour is quickly installed in the form of . He may not bring the noise in quite the same way as Moctar, but his twilight Garden Stage set certainly doesn’t lack intensity. reveals that he’s just come off a WhastApp call with a friend in the West Bank, and his whole set is charged with fury and sadness at what is happening in Palestine.
Backed by drums, cello and the guitar of , his music tonight often veers closer towards Godspeed-esque post-rock than jazz, topped by his own beautifully desperate saxophone howls. It is a little tougher for him, in this context, to offer his usual rousing messages of hope of self-care. But he still manages to thank everyone “for living”, suggesting that coming together at a festival like this is the first step towards banishing fear and division.
“If you find yourself unsure, reach towards someone,” he suggests. “You have my permission! sent you!” are also supersubs of a sort, making no secret of the fact that they exist to keep the spirit of and alive. Yet this band of prime Fall survivors are much more than a tribute act.
Led by the mercurial and featuring the full complement of Hanleys, their angular basel.