The Big Chill, a UK favorite, was recently taken over by “the man” so reviews tended to highlight the differences between 2010 and past Big Chills. The founder of the festival certainly was not thrilled with the new direction. Oh, and MIA incited a mini-riot.
There are few finer ways to end a festival than having the amazing Bonobo play his beautiful music and in the process pulling the biggest crowd of the weekend at The Clash stage and the best excuse not to watch Lily Allen in the world, not that excuses are needed. [Read the rest of the review…]
Thom Yorke and Massive Attack could have been dauntingly downbeat Friday headliners. Yorke’s good-natured solo set instead asks, what if Radiohead’s music arrived as straighter, gentler songs, by a check-shirted, angst-free troubadour? He sounds happier with his band’s baggage abandoned. [Read the rest of the review…]
Waking on the sunny Sunday around 10am, I was confused to see a substantial number of people walking past my tent already in head-to-toe body paint. Where had they been so early? I later discovered it was all part of New York artist, Spencer Tunick’s latest naked landscape photo project, which involved around 500 festival-goers stripping naked for his first festival installation. [Read the rest of the review…]