By Josephine Butler House
In the shadow of the decaying hulk of the Bradford and Bingley Bank HQ, the town’s greatest export that bit the dust in the Credit Crunch, we enter a bustling park in a valley and pass ”ËThrift Street’. Ah, if only the bankers had seen”Â¦
The single large stage of Bingley Music Live is rammed with keen punters and loaded with enough festival stalwarts to banish the mediocre weather.
Athlete are, well, the best way to describe them would be their timeslot: an overcast Saturday afternoon.ÃÂ Mystery Jets fair better, their catalogue of tight, swirling and tricksy pop has enough complexity to keep things interesting and warms everyone up nicely for Feeder.
Ah, you have to love Feeder and their determination and this tight, forceful set, where all the big guns come out; ”ËJust the Way I’m Feeling’, ”ËInsomnia’ and, of course, ”ËBuck Rogers’, sets everyone buzzing.
Maximo Park finish us off as things turn dark. Frontdude Paul Smith throws himself about with his usual energy, enough to fill the stage and lead the crowd, but the rest of the band seems buried at the back and they don’t quite match Feeder’s festival heights.
Bingley Music Live, I tip both my hats to you.