On a Saturday night at Glastonbury, with
The Streets as your soundtrack, the possibilities are endless.
Words:
Dan Harrison.Photos:
Patrick Gunning.Mike Skinner and The Streets were always more than capable of delivering a set that would go down in Glastonbury lore. From the moment Skinner saunters onto the stage, his casual demeanour belies the chaos about to unfold. Within minutes, the crowd is a seething mass of energy, with Skinner as the maestro conducting a symphony of controlled mayhem.
The setlist is a journey through two decades of the kind of modern, relatable poetry that connects like little else. From the early days of '
Let's Push Things Forward' onwards, each feels like a time capsule, yet somehow more relevant than ever. Skinner's lyrics, always a blend of sharp observation and wry humour, take on new life in the festival setting.
