That the gig happened at all was a miracle with so many other acts falling by the side but thanks to the tenacity of the performers, the venue and the fans that were willing to put their faith in the hands of strangers, it all turned out well.
Running up and down the strip really does deliver a buzz and whilst a lot of people may pick a venue and stick there, trawling through the bands in advance of the festival, finding some undiscovered wonder and tracking them down on the day to witness a memorable performance is what the festival is really about.
It is of course impossible to see so many bands across the two days so, like the iconic moment in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, now is the time to ‘choose wisely!’
The ‘Renaissance Men’ (Arriba!) aren’t back. The Wildhearts are back. When I say that, I mean, for many (myself included), the definitive line-up, Ginger, CJ, Ritch and Danny.
I personally think that there’s a Wildhearts size hole in the world of music right now. There’s a lot of bands I used to love that aren’t there anymore.
No one really wants to get back at the drugs again. And the music’s become more as important as I liked it to have been back in the day. But it kind of wasn’t because of our age and you can’t do stupid things at some point in your life so you better do it when you’re young.
The title track, with some glorious harmonies opens with the most apt statement that the band could have ever penned. “So here we are again….”
With their first new album in 10 Years set for release very shortly, The Wildhearts have announced an 8 date UK tour in support of the occasion.
If Brighton is your back yard, be grateful, the boys, turned up, played and destroyed the town.