Latitude 2012: The Editor's Reviewgasm
There's this wuhwuh-woah (M83), a woooo-OOoooo-ooooo-ooooh! (Yeasayer...or FUCKYEAH!-sayer as they will henceforth be known), and an ODB-inspired crowd going urrr urrrRRRrre uuhrrrrrrrr (Chilly Gonzales), swirling around inside my head. That's not to mention the whirl of actual words from Sharon Van Etten's 'Leonard' which are still swaying in and out of my consciousness. That's the soundtrack, and twirling around in the cinema tent in my mind is all these arms aloft making heartshapes (through Metronomy's set) and triangles (during Alt-J) and a sea of young pale hands, tapping morse-code patterns while pointing as pixels, trying to pop the beats, as plumes of sound zoom over head (at pretty much at every show with synths). »





