![]() Jessie Ware is just as populist but far better connected – she’s mates with The Maccabees – but our plan to compare the two is compromised by the fact that Azealia Banks has pulled out and the stage times have been fritzed. “They’re fucking awesome,” says a passing giraffe as they pile on the plush Script-style melodies and exude charisma. Over at the Replay stage The Coronas – massive in Ireland, poised to be the Dublin Mumford – display the tunes and cheekbones to prove themselves a shoo-in for superstardom, half Take That, half Two Door. ![]() Their modern folk frolics are the perfect introduction to a Bestival Saturday showcasing the next generation of mainstream chart botherers. They’re an invigorating presence, although if they turn up in my tent tonight pumping away at accordions and yodelling ‘Rolling over hills and valleys!” I will literally kill them. Within an hour they’ve caught up with us at our lunch appointment in the pirate-themed Underground Restaurant, shoving their double basses in our face and riverdancing on our table while we’re polishing off our ship-shaped pavolva. Rammed full of antique vivacity, they invigorate celtic folk, bringing on entire troupes of skirt-flinging dancers to which one of their road crew proposes during their final song. Early on the Main Stage we catch Skinny Lister, fresh from a stint on the US Vans Warped Tour, playing 17th Century yob-chant folk jigs with a Pogueish passion and a seafaring bent. ![]() We can relate to James’ sense of feeling hijacked by the past. “It was an eclectic mix,” says James ‘Don’t Mention Me Dad’ McCartney of his set on the Replay stage today, “not so much the party people, slightly older crowd, Beatles fans…”
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