
Picking up where we left off yesterday at Last Days of Summer, we were then treated to a cracking set from Fun Lovin’ Criminals. One of the best bands to come out of the Big Apple, FLC exuded cool from the minute they stepped on the stage, emerging from a plume of smoke into the bright sunshine. Huey and the gang were so laid back they were nearly horizontal as they gave us a history lesson in classic FLC tunes with Scooby Snacks, Fun Lovin’ Criminal and King of New York proving to be serious crowd pleasers.

The guys have always been super cool but they really stepped it up for this performance with their take on how to wear a suit. Fast on keyboards, trumpet, harmonica and whatever else he could lay his hands on, looked all set for a wedding with a dark jacket, white shirt and pink tie until you got down to his shoes. Sure enough, and in typical FLC style, he was sporting a battered old pair of Converse All Stars. Huey was similarly dressed although so no need to bother with anything so complicated as a tie or collar. His white t-shirt, black jacket and simple white sneakers combo worked like a dream and further strengthened his status as a bit of a cool icon.
As FLC departed, and to pick up the pace somewhat, The Rascals came on giving the crowd a hit of their brand of banging indie rock. The down to earth guys from the Wirral, who’ve toured with the likes of The Zutons and The Arctic Monkeys, instantly energised the whole festival with frontman Miles’ virtuoso performance standing out. We can see what Alex Turner of the Monkeys sees in Miles, the raw energy he exudes with a guitar in his hand coming through both with The Rascals and in his work with Turner in The Last Shadow Puppets. Honest and fun throughout, the guys’ style is suitably played down. All three went for some black jeans with Miles plumping for a red polo, Joe on bass picking an open necked beige shirt and Greg on drums rocking a slim grey shirt.

The guys were pleasantly humble and chilled backstage and were eager to chat about the festival scene. “We’re knackered after Reading and Leeds but it’s great to do the festival circuit,” Greg said, “as it gives us a chance to play to people who wouldn’t normally buy our records or come to see us and give them a feel of what we do”. But it’s not just the crowds catching the performances: “[Festivals] give us a chance to see bands we’re too busy to see the rest of the time. We try to catch as many as possible. Young Knives were good today – they’re all good lads”.
There’s clearly a bit of festival camaraderie going on this year too: “We tend to bump into the same bands so we end up chilling out together and really getting on which is totally different to when we do our own headline tours”. Speaking of headline tours, The Rascals have got one coming up. Catch them on their travels around the UK but don’t expect to see them with several groupies hanging off each arm. When asked whether being in a band made it easier to pull, Greg said, “Well I’m here with my girlfriend so maybe I shouldn’t comment. Put it this way, if you’re looking for it it’s not very hard to find – not that I go in for that myself”. We left the guys to hang out with their girlfriends and a suspicious looking vodka and Lucozade concoction and moved back round to prepare ourselves for the day’s special performance from Britpop legend Richard Ashcroft.

As we negotiated the maze of trailers, tour buses and roadies on our way back to the stage we were nearly run down by a car in a bit of a rush, from which emerged the Verve frontman into a torrent of flashbulbs and security. The main man had arrived. His red velvet jacket isn’t something we’d recommend but he pulled it off by playing the rest of his look down with some faded black jeans, black boots and dark sunglasses. Mr Ashcroft had clearly been enjoying himself back at the house which lead to some interesting exchanges with the crowd in between solo performances of some of The Verve’s most celebrated tracks. The Drugs Don’t Work, Bittersweet Symphony and Sonnet were all present and correct with the crowd joining in with gusto when prompted. But Richard wasn’t hanging around once he’d finished his set. In fact he’d disappeared in a cloud of dust and gravel quick smart as the car that had missed us so narrowly earlier sped off back towards the huge house.

Athlete followed next and found the crowd more than willing to get involved in a bit of audience participation after Ashcroft’s performance, with Wires in particular proving to be a bit of a hit. It was totally dark now in the surrounding fields and with only the stage set-up and the huge fairground ride for light, the atmosphere suddenly became a whole lot more intimate, lending itself well to Athlete’s style of music.
To close the very first Last Days of Summer, Supergrass hit the stage. The band charged with supporting The Who at their VH1 awards ceremony a while back, the Oxford quartet remain one of Britain’s most consistent performers and all-round good eggs. With more awards that you can strum a Fender to, the band were in confident mood, drawing a cracking days of music to a close with a mixture of golden oldies and brand new stuff from their latest album.
The day had long turned into night as the crowds wearily but jubilantly filed away from the festival. If next year’s event is half as good as the first one then count us in for some tickets...
Love a bit of Britpop? Indulge in a little indie rock? Or prefer a chilled out tune? Whatever your music preference, let us know what you thought of the day in the comments section down there.
