Crikey. Wolfmother do old-school prog ROCCCCKKK. And they're NOT ashamed! If I shut my eyes I am immediately transported back to the dark, hellish days of the concept album, when it really was OK to go on for at least 11 minutes, and noodle away to your heart's content.
SO, as a girl who is firmly in the 'three minute pop song' camp, I head to the main stage, hopeing I'll be converted.
Unfortunately, I find myself envying all the kids here, who are far to young to have suffered all that the first time around!
OK, maybe I am prejudiced, and some of Wolfmother's set is reminiscent of early Black Sabbath/Led Zeppelin (in fact, Andrew the singer sounds remarkably like Ozzy).
It's all very well importing this stuff all the way from Australia for the occasion, and there's definitely a contingent of hardcore fans here, who are going absolutely mad down in the pit, but I must confess that after about 30 minutes I've had enough of all the noodling, and I decide (wisely) to head for the beer tent.
Anne Earl - BBC Reading
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