Just walking towards Nutly’s Main Stage, it was clear that the enormous crowd were in a party mood.
From the off, a rousing version of ‘Mi Chip Pan’s On Fire’ set the mass audience singing and dancing. Where once ‘Ziggy played guitar’, now ‘Reggie sprayed mi car’.
Whatever anyone thinks of the idea of a ukulele band doing their own versions of pop hits, where ‘No Woman No Cry’, becomes ‘No Oven No Pie’, is of no consequence at all. Sheffield loves them.
They’ve been performing their brand of Sheffield humour for 10 years now. Whether they’re performing on the roof of the Fat Cat toilet, or the Nulty’s Main Stage at Tramlines, every chorus echoes back to them with an added wave of adoration from the folk of Sheffield.
I had a vision of Johnny Marr and Miles Kane, watching from the wings, preparing for their upcoming performances. They look at each other, with a slightly puzzled look on their faces. “Maybe we should slip a quick reference to Hendos into one of our songs?”
