[Part I], [Part II], & [Part III]
It's Blur.
Brogues01 writes: "I think alot of people have forgotten how good Blur are. Can anyone name a band from the last 10 years with a similar variety of songs?"
Calvin Harris writes: "Somebody has to play at the same time as Blur and the Prodigy...and that somebody is — sadly — me."
Erol Alkan writes: "Jesus Christ. 'For Tomorrow' still sends a chill down my spine."
IleneJenette writes: "How fast are they playin'!?"
Emily Eavis writes: "Blur are blowing people's minds."
Bryony Taylor writes: "Graham's wearing the same t-shirt he wore at Alexandra Palace in '94!"
Kit S. writes: "'This Is A Low' is sending a huge swell of emotion through the crowd."
The Guardian's Laura Barton writes: "When Albarn's voice gives way a little in 'Beetlebum', the crowd rushes to catch it. The band looks genuinely delighted as they look out over the flags, over the crowd with its sunburned noses and glitter-smeared faces, and peacock feathers in its hair, and far off to the countryside of Somerset and the floating candles flaring up into the sky. There is a pause as they seem to take in the magnificence of what they have done."
Listen while you can.
Watch while you can.
Jon A. writes: "This is both vintage Blur and somehow new having been missed for so long. Generations singing along together."
Kit S. writes: "It ends with 'The Universal' and tens of thousands of arms held aloft."
Jon A. writes: "A friend of mine said, 'I was so happy all the way.'"
The Guardian's Tim Jonze writes: "Who gave these guys permission to have the time of their lives?"
"Blur are sticking their fingers up to dad-rock by falling in love all over again with the dumb art of playing pop music — and playing it loudly. 'Girls & Boys' literally throbs with sordid energy, 'Song 2' sees the crowd threatening to pogo themselves off the earth's axis, and 'Parklife' turns every man, woman, and anarcho-crustie into a cockney geeza."
"But for all their energy, it's the sad songs that work best: 'To The End', 'The Universal', 'This Is A Low'. Weirder still is the reaction to 'Tender', a song never really rated (at least by me) as a classic, transformed into a joyous hug-a-long that reverberates around the crowd after the first encore and the second encore."
"Blur made sure that the real winner at this year's Glastonbury was pop music."
"And we're all hugging each other."
Full, official live videos from new & unsigned acts, including a new song by Dimbleby & Capper, are up here. Assorted clips will also, bootleg-permitting, continue to stack up in the coming weeks.
But really, everyone's saying the same thing.
Hyde Park? How can it top this?
It really, really, really did happen.

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Photos by the BBC.

That "impromptu" dance party? On the parking lot that used to be Cha Cha/Manray/Kincora? All anyone knew—text messages, word of mouth—was to get there at 11:55 sharp, because it was sure to be shut down by cops within 20 or 30 minutes, and sure enough the cops showed up, shining all kinds of light onto the crowd, but the crowd just waved and shouted and danced harder. The kicked up dust: New Depression-era fog machine. The cops standing outside of their vehicles, their blues and reds flashing: government-provided scenery. The music: Rihanna's "Please Don't Stop the Music," Destiny's Child's "No, No, No," Dolly Parton's "9 to 5"... Which was fine, but seriously: why weren't they playing all Michael Jackson? ("Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" started things off, according to commenters—I didn't make it early enough for that). Made my way to the DJ—hats off to the DJ for sticking his neck out like that and for getting all his gear set up out there—to request some Michael Jackson, and the DJ replied, "No, sorry, this is the last song." And then the cops were upon us.
Photo by Layne Shepherd ("I live across the street and had to check it out"). This post has been updated since it was first published.
Kelly O on Hunx and His Punx:
Hunx and His Punx, Ononos, Telepathic Liberation Army(Funhouse, early) Some might recognize Seth Bogart as the keyboard player and singer from the hamburger-loving electro-pop band Gravy Train!!!!. Now he's also the mustachioed, leather-jacket-wearing lead singer of bubblegummy, homorrific garage band Hunx and His Punx. I don't think I've ever heard a band quite like them. The best way I can think to describe them is if someone put equal parts Ramones, John Waters, and the Ronettes in a blender with some ice and made hot-pink frozen daiquiris to serve at one of those big gay pool parties where everyone looks like early-'80s-era Freddie Mercury in a bathing suit. Hunx and His Punx have released singles on San Francisco label True Panther (think Ty Segall), Atlanta's Rob's House (think Demon's Claws, Black Lips, Golden Triangle), and Jay Reatard's Shattered Records. I predict their weird trashy combo of '60s girl-group styling and catchy lo-fi punk is going to seriously take them places, especially if Bogart keeps taking his clothes off every chance he gets. Much like the lyrics to new single "Cruising," I'd bet dollars to doughnuts he really does have "so many fellas, [he] makes all the girls jealous."
In Up & Coming:
Spindrift, Black Nite Crash, Levator(Chop Suey) If Spacemen 3 were from the California desert and harbored an Ennio Morricone fixation, they'd probably sound like Spindrift. They exude that downered cool that comes from wearing fringed suede jackets and writing songs in minor keys with descending chord progressions and judicious use of reverb. Speaking of Spacemen 3, Seattle quintet Black Nite Crash tap into that seminal British group's '80s retrofitting of late-'60s psych rock with fiery aplomb. Their songs bear familiar structures, but they're executed with passion and liberal dosages of burnt-orange fuzz tones. A healthy worship of elegant Aussie psych-pop songsmiths the Church also surfaces. Levator purvey sweet, ethereal shoegaze with the methodical earnestness of Slowdive and Windy & Carl completists, distinguished by Sky Lynn's dreamy, featherweight vocals and glistening guitars. DAVE SEGAL
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The first time I heard the words "Mecca" and "Normal" in the same sentence was on a mixtape I received, circa age 16, from a girl in Pennsylvania who subsequently (I think) ended up on the wrong side of the law. The last time I heard those two words in tandem was on this flyer that my buddy Clyde from Your Heart Breaks emailed me.
House shows in Seattle are almost always a cozy, low key good time. Hollow Earth Radio is a quality organization to support. And if potlucks and friendly, DIY-minded company are your thing, please allow me to introduce you to your plans for the evening.