You know you’ve entered the weird end of the festival when you’re seeing
the smaller stage’s headliner on the last night and it descends into a
strangely perverse and confusing display of rear end twerking and straight
weirdness - and that’s Big Freedia, aka Freddie Ross. Blasting out with his
DJ to some visibly misplaced youth, the New Orleans queen and his big
booty dancers presented arse and set the dial to cringeworthy factor 11
until you had to look twice, then look away five times. I would have had
a dry spew had I not just inhaled a crackingly tasty Govindas curry plate
complete with kofta balls.
Cloud Control put on a mesmerizing performance of
semi-psy pop and alternative rock that kicked everyone
in the side with a feel-good vibe for the evening