In an effort to be open minded, I find myself watching George Ezras' set at Glastonbury, amidst a few shows deep binge of acts performing. Chesney Hawkes trying to do Bob Marley is my summary. No doubt he can play instruments and sing and perform to a high standard - but he is who he is at the end of the day...a hardcore white, upper class (he might not be rich - but in spirit, hes a toff) overly nice guy. Not a superfly, deeply stoned/drunk/high sexy black dude, with groove pouring out of him. Bless the cunt for trying though.
Royal Blood I thought were a solid if unspectacular glimpse back to the countless other straight ahead rock...after 4-5 songs, you do get a bit 'aye ok - I get it', but at a festival I'd likely be shoving folks playfully bouncing up n down like a dumb tube.
Kris Kristofferson - never been my cup of tea, the poetic half song ditties of a man 100% a deep country us of a type soaked in the heat and smells and sounds of where that place is. Jonathan Depp came on near the end too.
The XX; much like the 1975 last year, it feels like the circle rotates throughy 2 points atm - the 80's and the 10's. The grabbing of the essence of Depeche Mode, Joy Division and the Cult , and just sticking that ' well I do have this 400 quid computer system, with which I can make more deeper richer sexier fresher sounds with' feel. Very moody, trippy trancey tromppy trappy type titulation.
The Pretenders - a nice wee nod back to when it was better sexier louder and cooler. Fair enough - good to see you, but its no as good.
Thats my reviews so far - based on the feedback, I'll maybe post a few more. Still got radiohead, Lorde and Dizzee Rascal to gaze upon.