lee in the park - sunday

sunday's line-up was always the more attractive of the two and things were set to get off to a good start with a double whammy of the scissor sisters and franz ferdinand. considering it was the middle of the afternoon the crowd who had turned out was huge. being a sunday, and also having only just returned to 3d after being squished in front of the nme stage last night it was decided we wouldn't squeeze our way to the front. scissor sisters came on and injected a much needed dose of disco into precedings, camping it up in spectacular style. even the weather seemed to be enjoying itself, with the sun putting in a brief experience. their set came to an interesting end when lead singer jake, who'd be sporting a rather fetching tartan toga throughout managed to drop it in front over everyone giving about 30 thousand odd people an eyeful of him naked as the day he was born. next up were returning local heroes franz ferdinand so gave pretty much every act playing that weekend a run for their money, and unlike a few other people genuinely seemed to be having a ball up there. they're set was over all too quickly, with more of less their whole album and a couple of b-sides played, highlights being love and destroy, take me out and michael. what a delight it was to see a load of pissed up scotish holigans singing and dancing along to a song requesting michael to "come all over me". the end of their set meant it was time for my mid afternoon nap, overpriced food break and a trip to the ever delightful portaloo (too much info??). the napping didn't happen so instead it was frisbee time, with possibly the world's worst frisbee (available for 99p from your local wilkinsons). after a while i left my compatriates to their three legged frisbee game to try and find someone who i was meant to be meeting. tho having said that it's not very easy finding one person in a crowd of 60 thousand, when your phones not working and you can't stop thinking they look like beck! so once that had been given up on, i wandered round to the tut tent to catch the end of amy winehouse before mull historical society came on. only thing worth saying is that she should be called whinehouse and she overran. it make no secret of the fact that mull historical society are one of my fave bands, and they show the put on at T was pretty damn good. the presence on stage of a large dog wearing a wig more than made up for the lack of british sea power's big bear. despite a short set, and colin seeming to be pissed as a fart, the home audience who aren't quite as obsessive as me seemed to enjoy themselves. seeing as it was sunday afternoon it was time for some well deserved lazing, in the shape of some ice cream. somewhere in the background the kings of leon were moaning about something or other, maybe it's cos we weren't in quite the right place to hear it properly but they're set seeming pretty uninspired and didn't do much to brighten up a grey and dreary afternoon. the band who were next up on the main stage had been getting quite a few people hot and bothered all weekend. the pixie live is a big deal apparently, cos they've not been doing that sort of thing for a while. personally i'm not an obsessive fan of theirs, i've got myself a nice little selection of mp3s of the usual suspects (which were all present and correct) and i like what i've heard. anyway, the point being i thought they were just a little ordinary and it seemed that frank black (francis... whatever) and co were more or less going through the motions. pleasant enough though. with one of the biggest bands around second on the bill, who would have the pleasure of bringing t to a chaotic end? the strokes, that's who. and they did not disappoint. if you made it throught to the end of my saturday update you would have seen my top 5 all time gigs, well the strokes at ally paly are just squeezed out to number 6, and only by a tiny margin. their two albums are great, and live they're awesome. julian casablancas is clearly well and truely off his face, at one point hiding underneath the drumstand, but that mean's he's pretty chatty, albeit erratically. once the band kicks in the they're a force to be reckoned with. a perfect way to end the weekend really. in case it isn't obvious i kinda got a bit bored of writing this half way thru sunday so i'd imagine you got really bored reading it. normal service will be resumed shortly.....