I went in 1978, and it was **** then. John Martin headlined, which might have been alright had he not been pissed. 60,000 hippies sitting in a field? No ****ing ta.
I was referring to the festival itself. You know you're old when you start moaning about all the things young people enjoy.
I know i'm old and this is not about Glasto or any other Festival, just a rant about Kasabian. If they were half as good as they think they are they will still be twice as bad as most **** bands. Pretentious ****s with a wholly fabricated image and little in the way of discernable musical talent or songwriting ability.
Sounds OK to me, these days it's 150,000 twats and companies trying to fleece you for as much money as they can.
So who are Kasabian? What are they here to do? Who are they for? The answer can be found on Britain's sofas. In the hopes and dreams of the stereotypical young man that ladvertisers assume every young British male to be – boorish, illiterate, pampered and sedate; bloated on a diet of Carling, Just Eat and Take Me Out. For all their supposed thuggish intent, Kasabian are a pretty tepid affair, as are their fans, seemingly. Pizzorno may talk the big talk about boycotting Starbucks but their fans aren't going to be burning down a public building any time soon, because they all have girlfriends and Domino's have a deal on.# Their music sounds like the slow decline of British industry, looks like an O2 advert and smells like a freshly cracked can of Foster's straight from the mini-fridge. They are **** and they are now. For that, I guess we should try to understand them more deeply than just going "lol they're thick", but that doesn't mean that anyone should have to try to work out what "Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runner" means ever again.
