Roskilde Festival: Day 4 Roundup

By on Thursday, 22nd July 2010 at 2:00 pm

Sunday. Day 4 of Roskilde. We’re in the homestretch now. It feels like I’ve been running a marathon for the last 3 days (complete with perspiration) and there is some relief that it will be over. But that is tempered largely by the thought that indeed, the festival will soon be over, which means my return to America. A sad thought.

I decide on a lie-in, a relaxing breakfast (as opposed to the semi-frantic protein bulk-up brekky of the day before), not traipsing over to the festival until mid-afternoon. The first act I see is Korean rhythmic group Dulsori, a swirling dervish of drum and stringed instrument players, both men and women. I feel terrible that they are in their traditional garb; they must be boiling. But the power and effort they use to put on a show seems unaffected by the freakishly hot temperatures. I didn’t think they would go down well with a Danish audience, but their performance concludes with loud cheers at Odeon.

Pavilion is close by to Odeon and quite near to what became my go-to food stall for sheer overall food size. (Slight hilarity that most of the food I ate at Roskilde came from a place called ‘Dixie Burger’ that served Southern-American style hamburgers.) And Pavilion is hosting the highly-touted Californian band Local Natives. Maybe it is because the festival is drawing to a close or I have seen so many great acts already, but I am not impressed by the band from Los Angeles. My ears perk up when I hear the riffs of ‘Flake’, a song by American surfer dude Jack Johnson that came out when I was in uni. I hang out with the tired festival-goers in the shade and watch Johnson from the Orange Stage jumbotrons. He was another act that I thought would get ‘lost in translation’ at Roskilde, but his low-key, ambling guitar pop seems to fit everyone here to a T.

After the cut: this review of day 4 continued with more photos.

I then move on back to Odeon, where the Kissaway Trail are performing to a massive crowd. We know them as the band that did ‘SDP’ but their faithful fans in Denmark know all the songs to both their albums. Like the Asteroids Galaxy Tour the day before, there’s a magical feeling in the air watching a band come home and play for their appreciative countrymen. There’s a dark-haired man in front of me smoking and I almost do a double-take. Wait…that is Dougy Mandagi of the Temper Trap, taking it all in. No one in the crowd recognises him. I consider tapping him on the shoulder and saying hello but he disappears before I have the chance.

I consider leaving Odeon to check out Kasabian but instead am flagging energy, preferring to stay for Miike Snow. This is a good decision because I make friends with some Swedes and a Norwegian and we trade festival ‘war stories’. I’m expecting great things from Miike Snow but after an overzealous smoke machine covers the stage and obscures our view, we’re less than thrilled. New material doesn’t go down as well as songs like ‘Black and Blue’ and set ender ‘Animal’.

Quick on their feet, people depart to make their way over to Orange to wait for festival closer Prince. I convince my new friends to keep me company and that the Temper Trap will kill it tonight, and they should not bother queueing for His Purple Majesty. Happily, my prediction is correct – I’d have to ask the band but I think they were well aware of people wanting to leave early for Prince, so they work that much harder to keep the crowd at Odeon. It’s a much bigger stage than the 9:30 where Mary Beth and I saw them in Washington in April, but the size doesn’t daunt them one bit. ‘Fader’ sends the gig on a wild ride that continues through to the end of their set. The way they’re progressing as a band, they will soon be a force to be reckoned with. Will they be as big as Muse? Maybe not. But they’re going to be much, much bigger, if this performance is any indication.

And then there was Prince. What can I say about the Purple One, the slightly effeminate, always over the top in sexuality rocker from my early years who appeared to have lost the plot later on? I really only went to see a couple songs to gauge if it was worth hanging around for the whole set, and from the first several tunes, I could tell I was going to be bored. Prince had revamped classics like ‘1999’ and ‘Little Red Corvette’, and not in a good way. Disappointing. By this time me and my new friends are exhausted, so after hugs and a farewell, we leave Roskilde Festival for the last time.



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Sounds like a pretty exciting time!!

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