End of the Road Festival… I’d half hoped it might be at the foot of the A303, but sadly it’s nearer Wiltshire. That’s about the only disappointment though, and it’s a trivial one. Three and a bit days of folk music I’d mostly never heard of, some absolute delights such as David Byrne and St Vincent, one of a kind revelations such as King Khan’s James Brown-esque crooning, a disco in a forest, all sorts of strange delights in the woods, in fact, and revellers aged six months to sixtysomething soaking it all up. It’s a little gem of a festival.
[Pictures originally published at Clashmusic.com]