Final evening I met a Glastonbury first-timer within the lavatory queue at Block 9 who requested my recommendation on surviving the weekend. I replied with one phrase: eat. Pleasure can carry you thru the weekend however you’ll endure the week after in the event you don’t maintain your vitality reserves properly topped up.
And so it was with heavy coronary heart that I missed half of Kacey Musgraves’ set as a result of I used to be ready for a cheese toastie. It was my first meal since lunch, which was a fry-up. I suppose, technically, I usually eat breakfast right here at round 2am – normally some form of cheese-beige-carb combo (are you sensing a theme right here?). Add in a visit to the toilet (queue quarter-hour) and also you’ve misplaced an hour of your life you’ll by no means get again.
Anyway, to Kacey, with cheese toastie in hand. The Texan pop-country singer-songwriter might be supporting Adele at Hyde Park on Friday, and one can think about she might solely bought a hotter reception on the Different Stage, the place the sinking solar may virtually have been organised to replicate her 2018 album Golden Hour. Musgraves’ star has risen within the pop-crossover realm within the decade since her 2013 nation debut Similar Trailer, Totally different Park, and he or she introduced a charmingly crowd-pleasing set to Glastonbury, full with pointless, spotless wellies and a “Kaceyoke” Fleetwood Mac cowl.
Her voice – effortlessly gliding over its rating – introduced a whiff of Americana to Somerset, however one couldn’t assist however really feel that the set may very well be barely extra keyed up, and the devoted crowd just a little bigger. Alice Vincent