With barely 48 hours gone since the triumph at Moretonhampstead, the guitars were still warm as we headed to our next engagement. Upton Hellions! That's not a Celtic warcry, but the home of one of the finest homegrown festival we've played yet!
We set up, and discussed the set during a jazz warm up. We kicked off, and promptly abandoned the set list approach in favour of taking requests, trying to catch one another out with songs of sets gone by and embarking on some fine psych-rock re-toolings of 'the big numbers'.
Maybe it was the wonderful crowd, possibly the idyllic location. Perchance there was something in the Paella, or maybe we'd been lent an edge by the malevolent hornets lurking in the eaves of the tent.
Whatever it was, it worked. From beginning to end, via an expertly coordinated fire works crescendo to Video Killed The Radio Star, it was a blinder, and even a last minute hornet sting couldn't dampen our spirits. Well, for three of us anyway.
We now officially love NatStock. Our capacity to share the lovin' knows no bounds. Can we come back please?
Whatever next?...
- posted from a wireless telegraph
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