Glasgowbury 2011 - Cashier No.9
Small But Massive, 11pm
Describe in a Tweet: Desert island music for the freezing masses.
What Happened: Cashier No.9’s headliner on the main stage provides a wonderful relief to the biting cold that has descended upon the Glasgowbury revellers. Bathed in light and saturated by the sprawling psychedelic strains of ‘Oh Pity’, the upbeat escapism of ‘Lost At Sea’, or the hand-clapping hoe-down in ’42 West Avenue’, you could almost believe that you weren’t even cold anymore.
The awe-inspiring harmonies stretch across the fields and fill every inch of space, while the layered complexity of the Cashier sound hits you in waves, transporting you to the halcyon days of summers past. This is the kind of music you can get lost in: beautifully constructed, interlaced with sleigh bells, washboards, bongos, harmonicas, a different class of music altogether. All that remains is for Cashier No.9 to learn the art of inspiring the crowd in between songs, then they will truly have graduated to a headline act.
Goldstar: The ease with which Cashier No 9 moves between foot-stomping, dirty Americana and soaring psychedelica is breathtaking. But, clichéd as it may be, the highiight of the set has to be the moment when ‘When Jackie Shone’ kicks in and the crowd goes bonkers.
Lost At Sea: There is the odd duff note from Danny, and parts where the harmonies and guitars don’t quite fit together. And one or two songs are a bit on the easy listening side. Which would be fine except that they’re being played alongside some of the catchiest tunes that Northern Ireland has to offer, and this makes them pale in comparison.
Rating: 8/10
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