I have barely dipped into the Glastonbury highlights and have only reached Saturday so far. Slightly over-done on the indie guitar band front I felt, in the midst of which Estelle, Lupe Fiasco and the warped genius that is Amy Winehouse just shone.But I did catch a few all-to-brief moments of the miraculous Guy Garvey and Elbow leading a festival singalong in the way only they can. The songwriter/lyricist is way too rarely lauded and Garvey is remarkable.
In the light of this I am writing about three things at once this morning whilst listening to the latest Elbow album.
'I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby on the self same face that wouldn't let me sleep.'
'We kissed like we invented it.'
'And the things that she's asked me to do would see a senior saint forgetting his name.'
A dark and brooding album exploring love, lust, breakdown and friendship. Respect. Click here to buy it from Amazon. Or here to listen to samples from their official web site.
'I plant the kind of kiss that wouldn't wake a baby on the self same face that wouldn't let me sleep.'
'We kissed like we invented it.'
'And the things that she's asked me to do would see a senior saint forgetting his name.'
A dark and brooding album exploring love, lust, breakdown and friendship. Respect. Click here to buy it from Amazon. Or here to listen to samples from their official web site.
2 comments:
I know what you mean about indie guitar. I ought to like that stuff, but somehow didn't.
Nothing grabbed me in what I saw at the weekend. Will monitor the best of broadcasts this week when I can.
Saw Buddy Guy on one of the random Glastonbury shows, and was good bluesy stuff.
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