Y Not Review
Driving hordes of music fans to the Peaks and biting at the heels of the likes of Glasto and Leeds, it does take some trying to believe that Y Not is, at heart, a house party that has spiralled more and more out of control every year.
And this time the anté was upped to new hights, as the very first night produced a hip-hop shaped bombshell in a certain Snoop Dogg. Rolling off classics like ‘Drop It Like It’s Hot’ and ‘Who Am I’, as well as his own take on ‘Jump Around’, a perfect meeting of a professional crowdpleaser and more than enthusiastic throngs of people played out under a rather poetic full moon. The night also produced a perhaps immortal line in “all the women from Matlock say hey!”.
Though putting the biggest act on the first night ran the obvious risk of leaving the rest of the weekend a bit limp, the abounding variety around the stages meant a one-man show was largely avoided. Campers were awoken on Saturday to the sweet retro sound of TV fitness guru Mr Motivator, and though the following jangly indie outfits High Tydes and Aztecs were more typical fare, strong billing at the respective metal and electronic tents meant all tastes were catered for.
Meanwhile, Sheffield’s own Redfaces made one of the biggest impacts of the festival at the BBC introducing tent, drawing a larger and larger crowd with every catchy, upbeat number, and further cementing their place as a ‘one to watch’.
Ocean Colour Scene took to the Main Stage as Saturday evening began to draw in, but there seemed to be only one question on everyone’s lips – “where’s your head at?” Noughties hitmakers Basement Jaxx produced the goods in their hotly anticipated headline slot, and the party that ensued finished in a show of fireworks when they threw down the one song the whole day had been building up to.
Sunday brought a more relaxed and inevitably hungover feel, as the main stage was opened by novelty folk act The Lancashire Hotpots. Seemingly the cross-pennine cousins of our Everly Pregnant Brothers, we probably won’t feel the need to trade them any time soon.
Things picked up later in the afternoon with the emergence of 60s-inspired rockers Blossoms, and other highlights of the afternoon included the breaking out of a paint fight and performances by a steel drum troupe.
As the festivities neared their close, legendary guitarist Johnny Marr pleased young and old alike with a mix of his own and some Smiths material, as well as a disarming cover of I Fought The Law. A lukewarm headline performance by Primal Scream did little to take away from an enjoyable final night, and by some sort of miracle, there was still no mud in sight.
But the music giveth and the music taketh away, and by Monday morning the main stage was already being taken to bits. It was all over.
So, same again next year? Yeah… Y Not.
Words: Benedict Tetzlaff Deas
Photos: Harley Young