The week after Glastonbury is all the time a wierd one. Its attendees shuffle around just like the ground has fallen out beneath them, many unable to return to the rhythms of the urban life they cheerily lived every week before. Those of us who stayed at home find yourself coaxing small talk out of depressed husks, desperate for something like a sentient response. This yr, the talking point of alternative was not an audacious headliner or a classic legacy act, but “did you see the Sugababes?!”. Their headline set within the modest Avalon tent was so overcrowded that the realm needed to be cordoned off. Seasoned festival-heads spoke of it to...
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